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.

fear

a Kachin warlord, overseeing the Alara region. After Alex smuggled you out of the country,

this man, devilish as he was,

asked,

nodded once more.

with excitement. “If you were to see him

puzzled

confusion, he explained, “Lucas is like a ghost, and he’s very elusive. Few have seen his face. We know his name, but not his face. If you can recognize him, it could be a crucial

Lucas. Those who had were either dead or had been blinded by him. Idris was one of those who had been blinded in such a way.

a deep breath to quell the storm of emotions within me, I met Officer Jackson’s gaze. “I have seen him, yes. But after all that happened

returned home. If not for the fact that I was a Scott, with parents who had the resources and time to get me the help I needed, I might

became inconsistent. Sometimes, I remembered everything with crystal clarity. Other times, it was as if I had forgotten it all. Lucas… his

up, I would

gaze softening. “Ms. Scott, I understand your fear of revisiting those past experiences. You have my