Facade of Love

Chapter 172 The Body Has Been Dealt With

Inch smiled slightly, perhaps because I had bombarded him with too many questions at once, and said, “You’re asking me so many things all at once. Which one should I answer first?”

Although we were not exactly close, having only shared one disastrous experience, I found his current demeanor quite different from our last encounter, leaving me unsure of how to start a conversation.

Seeing me lost in thought, he somewhat helplessly said, “You look like you’ve been scared silly. Don’t worry, I was the one who took you out of the factory. This place belongs to a friend of mine. That abandoned factory is a site he bought for development, and we happened to be there for business when we stumbled upon you.

“You’ve been unconscious for a day and a night, and you developed a high fever, so we had a doctor stay here to look after you.”

He briskly answered all my questions and then paused slightly before asking, “Are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I can get it for you.”

I shook my head, still full of questions, and asked, “What about… the others?” I wanted to inquire about Moore and Noah, as it seemed unlikely he would have only brought me here in the middle of such a chaotic situation.

He did not rush to answer. Instead, he looked at me calmly and thoughtfully, then said, “What do you think I should have done in that situation to ensure you didn’t get accused of murder?”

His question caught me off guard, and it took me a moment to process his implication. Indeed, what could have been done? I was holding the knife, and Noah was dead on top of me. Moore, a heavily pregnant woman, was also in a dire state. If he had called the police, how would they interpret the incident?

Suppressing the turmoil in my heart, I said, “I didn’t kill anyone. The police would have investigated and figured it out.”

l*ps pressed together, and asked, “How would

the time, so there were no fingerprints of hers on the knife that killed Noah. Moreover, as Noah’s wife and the mother of

was no evidence. How could an investigation

would be considered the sole perpetrator of Noah’s death, whether it was self–defense or not. I

plan was too meticulous. There was no escaping

waiting for

two.

when we arrived. As for the other woman, she fainted from excessive blood

“To avoid getting you into

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with her. People were coming to the scene, so I quickly handled it

somewhat incredulous, and took a deep breath, asking,

you wouldn’t have been able to avoid legal trouble. So, I had to take care of it. As long as there’s no b*dy, whatever that woman says is useless. I… my friend checked the man’s identity. He was a fugitive on death row, bound

scheme, I had to admit this was the best way to handle it. With Noah’s b*dy gone,

seemed to have miraculously resolved an otherwise fatal situation, leaving me with a mix of sorrow and joy that I could

of silence, I looked up at him and said, “Thank you.