Chapter 195

I couldn't let it go. Was this how it was going to end? Could Richard be behind it all?

In a flash of clarity, it hit me. If Richard had been willing to lay down his life for me in a past life, who was he dying for this life? Tracey!

I shot up from my bed to find Max sitting by my side, idly supporting his head with one hand, half-asleep.

Noticing I was awake, he reached out to help me up, but I grabbed his hand, demanding, "Max, Richard wouldn't kill me, right? There must be a misunderstanding?"

Max swallowed hard, a visible struggle in his throat, clearly holding back words he couldn't bring himself to say.

I looked determined. "Max, Richard died for me in another life, and how could he possibly kill me now? He's the only family I have in this world."

"Claire, all evidence points to him as the mastermind," Max couldn't meet my eyes as he spoke, his gaze drifting away.

I knew he was lying. "I knew he was lying. "So, you're lying to me? Are you trying to make me hate Richard too? Is this some kind of game for you, Max? Or do you just need a scapegoat to protect Tracey?"

I pressed him, and in response, he pulled me into an embrace, pinning me down on the bed, sealing my protests with a kiss.

pushed him away, my nails leaving marks on his neck. He winced

the real culprit, Tracey, won't stop coming after me." I had accused Tracey outright, yet Max never seemed to doubt

I said, pointing towards

take you to him,"

me from the bed

No matter how

he carried me

face dark with

en

drove, I pondered. If Richard were an illegitimate child, he and Max would

Richard

"I've always wanted to tell you. But considering your feelings for Richard, I couldn't bring myself

Max had been contemplating action against

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said, "As for the burnt body case, Tracey got

was shell-shocked. They had evidence,

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