Reborn of Kate by Isla Rainfield

Chapter 247 Simon’s Demise

In the waning light of the sitting room, Betty observed the tender entwining of two figures upon the sofa. With the practiced finesse of an experienced stewardess, she silently ushered the retinue of servants out of Summer Estate, leaving the lord and lady to their intimate seclusion.

After a considerable span of time, a piercing ring disrupted the lingering ambiance of affection. Blushing, Kate disentangled herself from Eric’s embrace and reached for her phone, answering the call.

“Is this Ms. Kate?” intoned a formal voice from the receiver.

Kate hesitated briefly before replying, “Indeed, it is I. May I inquire as to whom I am speaking with?”

“This is Capital City West Police Station. I am calling to convey news. One of our prisoners, Simon, engaged in a dispute with fellow inmates today and suffered a fatal wound to the main artery.

“Please inform us of the time of your arrival for the retrieval of Simon Bishop’s remains.

Kate/sat upright with a start, her visage a mask of incredulity. “What? What do you mean? Who has perished? Whose remains must I now collect?”

Her voice rose several degrees, grappling with the abrupt and unsettling tidings.

Kate’s reaction, his countenance darkened. Seated alongside her, his mien grew cold as he observed her fielding

of restless emotions surged within him, akin to a dammed river straining against its confines, stifling and

kin, and the sole contact he provided upon incarceration was

the requisite details and hung up the phone in a daze, her thoughts a tumultuous haze. Simon had designated her as his next of kin? And now, in his death, she was summoned

For what reason?

he had inflicted immeasurable suffering upon her, yet in this life, he met his end in such a manner, leaving her obligated to

she bound to Simon in

chill. He observed Kate, who remained in a stunned. reverie after terminating the call, seemingly unaware

inquired casually, “Whose call was

her countenance deeply conflicted. “It was the nolice” che hesitated drawing a deen breath “Their informed me Simon

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complexion darkened further. He regarded Kate in silence for a protracted moment before asking with measured deliberation, “Will you

demeanour. She responded in a convoluted tone, “Yes,” rising from the sofa and retrieving her coat from a nearby stand, evidently preparing