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.

the voice emanating from the other end. Witnessing Kate’s reaction, his countenance darkened. Seated alongside her, his mien grew cold as he observed her fielding the call, her fists

within him, akin to a dammed river straining

known kin, and the sole contact he provided upon incarceration was yours,

a tumultuous haze. Simon had designated her as his next of kin? And now, in his death, she was

For what reason?

former existence, he had inflicted immeasurable suffering upon her, yet in this life, he met his end

bound to Simon in

in a stunned. reverie after terminating the call, seemingly unaware of his presence. His

pursed his lips and inquired casually, “Whose call

countenance deeply conflicted. “It was the

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darkened further. He regarded Kate in silence for a protracted moment

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