Facade of Love

Chapter 80 Lucas

I was taken aback by Officer Jackson’s question, momentarily stunned and my hands unconsciously clenching into fists.

Noticing my reaction, he poured me a cup of tea, beginning to explain, “We found you in a villager’s home in the mountains that year. Your mental and physical state wasn’t the best, so when we took your statement, we didn’t record your experiences at the border for that half year. Now, five years later, you’ve significantly improved. Ms. Scott, could you tell me what you went through at the border during those six months, and how you managed to escape those ruthless killers?”

My grip tightened, my b*dy shaking slightly beyond my control. I took a shallow breath, forcing myself to regain composure. Looking at him, I asked, “Officer Jackson, how does this relate to the case you’re currently investigating?”

He nodded, his gaze steady on me. “We’ve traced someone through Alex’s lead…” His voic trailed off, a pause hanging in the air before he continued, “Someone you should know.”

I knew exactly who he meant. Memories from five years ago surged forward, assaulting me uncontrollably. They were bloody, violent, revolting, terrifying scenes that began to overwhelm me!

Seeing my uncontrollable shivers, he voiced his concern. “Ms. Scott, are you alright?”

I nodded, forcing myself to regain composure. It had been five years. I could not let this haunt me forever.

Officer Jackson, I swallowed my fear and

warlord, overseeing the Alara region. After Alex smuggled you out

devilish as he was, still sent

Jackson studied me, then asked, “Have you

once

Jackson’s eyes lit up with excitement. “If you were to see him again, could you recognize

at him, puzzled by his

ghost, and he’s very elusive. Few have seen his face. We know his name, but not

either dead or had been blinded by him. Idris was

But after all that happened that year, I’ve forced myself to forget so much. It’s been five years. His face… It’s just a

been a roller coaster ever since I returned home. If not for the fact that I was a Scott, with parents who had the

memories of that time at the border became inconsistent. Sometimes, I remembered everything with crystal clarity. Other times, it was as if I had forgotten it all. Lucas… his very existence was a catastrophe to me. Unless someone brought him. rather not think about

up, I would

experiences. You have my word that we won’t force you to dredge up memories you’d rather leave buried.”