Chapter 448: I didn’t Kill Her

Selene’s POV

The moment Olivia fainted, I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t stand it; rather, I just ran out of the room. I was being suffocated, and if I didn’t leave, I might have passed out myself too. Before anyone could stop me, I turned and ran. My footsteps echoed down the long hallway, my heart pounding loudly. I didn’t know where I was going — I just needed air, space, anything that wasn’t that room. By the time I burst into the garden, the night air hit me hard. I stumbled forward, gripping a stone pillar as I tried to breathe. The moonlight bathed everything in silver, but it didn’t calm me. It only made the ache sharper.

Then I heard footsteps behind me — fast, urgent.

"Selene!"

I turned, and my stomach twisted. Frederick. He looked... wrecked. His usual calm was gone. His eyes were wide with worry as he reached for me. "Selene—"

"Don’t," I hissed, jerking back. "Don’t touch me."

He froze, his hand halfway in the air. "I just wanted to make sure you’re alright."

"Alright?" I let out a broken laugh. "You think anyone in that room is alright?"

He looked down, guilt flickering in his eyes. "I’m sorry," he said quietly. "I didn’t come sooner. I didn’t know—"

"Stop." My voice cracked as I cut him off. "Just stop lying."

He frowned slightly. "Selene—"

"I hate you."

He blinked, startled, his brows drawing together. "I know you’re angry," he said softly, "but this isn’t the time—"

"No," I interrupted, my voice sharper this time. "You don’t understand."

His eyes met mine, confusion spreading across his face.

"I don’t mean I hate you because of what happened," I said, shaking my head slowly. "I mean, I hate you. Truly. Deeply. And I don’t want to pretend anymore."

looked at me, completely

hands curled into fists. My chest rose and fell quickly as

narrowed. "... Deborah?" he repeated carefully, as if the word were a ghost he hadn’t expected

finished for

His face went pale.

her daughter.

parted, but no

voice barely

my chest rising and

His lips parted in disbelief, and for a split second something warm flickered in his eyes. "Selene," he

My jaw clenched. "Yes."

in awe. "She spoke about you all the

him off coldly. "The Deborah you

went blank. "Killed?" he repeated,

my emotions, I slapped him hard across the face. "Don’t you dare pretend!" I shouted, my voice trembling

— stunned, confused — as if my

mother took her last breath from the poison you gave her," I said, each

Frederick’s brows furrowed. "What—"

glass of wine, a gift from you." My voice broke. "She thought it was a peace offering,

slightly, but

collapse in front of

but fierce. "You killed her, your own student. All because she made a discovery that

breathing slowed. His eyes darted back and forth between mine, searching for something — maybe

her life, her name — was it worth it just

he didn’t say anything — just looked, like he was

said, his voice

laughed, sharp and bitter. "Not true? Don’t

a hand through his hair, the motion small and restless. "Listen," he said. "Listen to me. I didn’t kill Deborah. I didn’t

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