The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 450

"Let's open it up and see."

Aline took the package from Dick and fetched a box cutter. With careful, deliberate strokes, she sliced through the cardboard, peeling it open bit by bit.

When she saw there was just an envelope sitting on top, a little relief washed over her. Her whole body seemed to relax.

She reached inside, about to pull the envelope out, but as soon as her fingers brushed against it, her expression changed in an instant.

"Aaah!" she shrieked, lurching back and flinging the box across the room.

"What happened?" Dick demanded, seeing the color drain from her face.

Aline was visibly shaken; her hands were trembling, her voice choked with fear. "I... I felt something soft. And warm. And... it moved. It's alive, Dick."

That's when Dick noticed the blood smeared on her hand. "You're bleeding," he said.

couldn't stop her hands from shaking. The memory of that chilling touch made her feel sick

where it had landed a few feet away. He

saw what was in there, his stomach

rat. Someone stabbed it right through, but it isn't

face twisted in horror as realization struck. She'd touched a dying rat. Her stomach lurched, and

she came back out, she looked drained, as if every ounce of strength

sofa, she muttered weakly, "It was Citrine. It had to be that bitch. She's

frowned, startled. “But I was careful. There's no way she

envelope lying on the floor. He hurried over, picked

second thought, Dick plugged it into the

up, filled with

clicked one at random and hit

miss that she was heavily pregnant. The two of them whispered something, then, caught up

a series of photos flashed on the screen: shots of Aline and Dick

on screen, Aline went pale as a