Facade of Love

Chapter 186 Should Just End Like This

I tapped Sweety’s forehead and said, “No reason. Just go to sleep. You took some anti–inflammatory medicine just now, so you’ll fall asleep soon if you stop talking.”

Seeing that I was not going to say more, she uttered an ‘oh,‘ closed her eyes, and soon, her shallow breathing indicated she had fallen asleep. I turned off the light and lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts still drifting. Moore’s suicide seemed like the only way she could think of to

escape.

She probably never anticipated when she murdered Noah and her unborn child that someone like Inch would appear by my side and smoothly get me out of the mess she created. Now, having woken up, her only choice seemed to be suicide.

Only by attempting suicide could she manage to stay by Idris‘ side, relying on his soft–heartedness not to force her to her death and believing that he would not abandon her considering she had just lost her husband and child.

The night was heavy, and I felt no trace of sleepiness. In the silence of the night, emotions often intensified, making thoughts and memories clearer. Feelings and grudges would crystallize at this time.

With my mind too active, I only managed to doze off in the early hours of the morning, but I was soon woken by sobbing and shivering next to me.

I opened my eyes hazily to find Sweety clutching my arm tightly, her breathing rapid and her voice filled with sobs, seemingly engulfed in fear and pain.

“Sweety,” I called her name, but she did not respond.

several calls, I turned on the bedside lamp in a panic and saw Sweety lying next to me, drenched in sweat. Her delicate features were twisted in terror, and

she was having

wake her up. After several attempts, she suddenly sat up, screamed, and then started

her back and asked, “Did

of that beast

on the Island in the Lake, weighed heavily on

day, but only she knew the wounds she had

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feeling… I understood it better than

arms, knowing that words of comfort were futile, and I could only

and leaned on my shoulder, her whole b*dy exhausted as she said, “Yvette, did you

my heart ached

dead, but this matter should not just end like this.

The next day.

increasingly colder. Sweety took a day off and stayed in bed. After cooking for her and leaving a note, I

In the hospital.

early. In the ward, only Mr. Zachary was accompanying Madam Young for breakfast. Seeing me, Madam Young waved and