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Regret Novel 196

The nurse was rattled by Rachel’s state, terrified someone else might hear and come running. She hurried over, grabbed Rachel’s arm, and pleaded, “Mrs. Sterling, please calm down! Let’s step outside and talk about this, okay?”

Tricia, panicked, seemed to remember something. She quickly turned and bolted out of the room.

Rachel shoved the nurse aside and ran after her. “Tricia! Stop right there!”

Tricia reached the stairwell, but her heels slowed her down. Rachel caught up easily, grabbing her by the arm. “Tricia! Tell me right now–did you do this to my son? Was it you?”

Rachel’s grip was bruising, forcing Tricia back against the corridor railing. Behind her, the dizzying drop of a dozen stories made the cars below look like toy models. Rachel had lost all composure. Her hands flew to Tricia’s throat. “You killed them! You killed them! It was you!”

The nurse lunged from behind, prying Rachel off. Tricia gasped for air, but instead of fear, a smug little smile curled at her lips. “So what if I did? Your son, your husband–let’s say I hurt them. But your precious son–in–law still chose to believe me over you, didn’t he?”

Rachel froze, her world crumbling.

Tricia leaned forward, lips almost at Rachel’s ear, savoring every word. “Isn’t it a shame? Not just Evander–even Mr. Pembroke is on my side. Looks like it’s just you and your daughter left. How pathetic.”

“You-” Rage burned in Rachel’s eyes, but she knew how powerless she truly was. Still, she had nothing left to lose. “Fine! If you want a fight, you’ll get one!”

With a wild cry, Rachel lunged at Tricia.

Startled, Tricia and the nurse struggled with her. In the chaos, Rachel was shoved toward the edge. She teetered, lost her balance, and suddenly toppled over the railing.

for her, panic overtaking her composure. “Help! Somebody help

dangled in mid–air, the world spinning beneath her. She knew, with a cold certainty, that she wasn’t going to

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detail: a tiny red birthmark peeking out from beneath Tricia’s watch strap. In

born. She remembered sitting on the old bed, cradling her baby, while the neighbors gossiped outside–whispering that the red mark on the baby’s wrist

not, that was her daughter. The daughter she’d lost for more than twenty

with tears, a storm of

So bitter. So tragic.

woman had the strength to keep this up for long. Tricia felt her grip slipping, her heart pounding with indecision. Why

hesitated. Did she really want to rescue

much. If she let Rachel live, it would mean the

Better to-

for help, drawing people

rushed over, Rachel looked up at Tricia and, with her last bit of strength, began, “Sweetheart, I’m actually

Tricia let go.

Tricia’s support, the nurse couldn’t hold on.

grasp.

the