Dexter had hidden upstairs without my knowledge. When I noticed him, he seed to be secretly chuckling. However, when he saw looking, his eyes filled with a pretense of sorrow. "Sophia, I’m in so much pain. I can’t sleep."
What else could I do? I sighed and went upstairs to comfort him. I felt like I owed it to him.
"Sophia, give a massage." Dexter requested. He lied on the bed and extended his arm for a massage.
Distractedly, I massaged his arm.
Martin was unlikely to give up easily. Dexter had just had an accident, and shortly after, I was also involved in an incident. Not long after, Ignatius had passed away. Martin’s tactics were ruthless.
"Sophia, it hurts here too." Dexter pointed to his chest.
Preoccupied with how to counteract Martin’s moves, I absentmindedly massaged wherever Dexter pointed.
His chest was firm. Where had he built such a physique during his wandering years? It must be his genetic advantage. What would that make soone who spent every day in the gym?
"Sophia, my stomach hurts too." Dexter glanced at . He was obviously pushing the envelope.
I was contemplating how to retaliate against Martin for the gifts he’d sent us recently.
Dexter took my hand and placed it on his stomach, so I rubbed it.
His abs were well–defined and felt nice to touch.
But I wasn’t in the mood to appreciate it. The connection between Martin and Peter was troubling to .
It was likely Damien’s doing. After all, he had never shied away from committing indecent acts.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I beca.
He actually had soone to hit Dexter.
What good could possibly co from a connection between Martin and Peter?
I couldn’t recall what Peter had done to . He was part of the mories I had lost and it seed like I was terrified of him.
"Sophia, it hurts here too," Dexter said while moving my hand lower.
I was lost in thought with my head propped on one hand. anwhile, my other hand...
When I realized what was happening, I instinctively raised my hand and smacked him.
Next thing I knew, I saw Dexter curled up pitifully while covering his lower abdon in pain.
"Sophia, you’re murdering your husband."
My ears burned red. I grabbed his ear and warned him, "Shut up."
Dexter obediently went silent. He buried his head in the pillow, looking like he was about to suffocate himself.
I sighed helplessly and rubbed his head. "Dexter, how are you planning to handle grandpa’s funeral? It needs to be grand, with lots of dia coverage. You need to cry and act as a dutiful grandson."
I said this softly, though I knew it was hard for him.
Ignatius had been harsh and even abusive towards Dexter.
They had neglected Dexter, leaving him in the orphanage despite knowing about his existence. They only wanted to bring him back to the Blacks to add glory to the family when they realized he was a genius.
Yet, when his "madness" overshadowed his brilliance, they ruthlessly abandoned him. They even wanted to erase this blemish completely.
The Black family’s lack of humanity was starkly evident.
"The funeral won’t happen," Dexter said deeply while burying himself in the pillow.
Dexter’s voice was cold and laced with bitterness, likely due to his throat’s condition.
"Won’t happen?" I paused. Skipping the funeral wasn’t an option.
Martin was seizing this opportunity to manipulate the narrative.
He was promoting himself as the current head of the Blacks, implying that the Black Group should be under his control.
There was a knock at the door, followed by barking.
I knew it was a stranger who had arrived.
But here... It should be unknown to anyone that Dexter was here.
"Stevie." I opened the door. It was the deaf uncle. He told through sign language and sowhat non–standard pronunciation that it was Stevie who had co back.
I looked at him in surprise and then walked downstairs.
Stevie, having been sent to the hospital by Zion, must be out of danger now.
"The dog has quite a strong vitality. It’s just like its owner. It is smart enough to be a police dog." Zion was in his traffic police uniform. He must have just gotten off work and took the opportunity to bring Stevie over.
I squatted on the ground and looked at Stevie, who still had bandages around its abdon. I reached out to it, and the wolfhound happily wagged its tail and jumped into my arms.
At that mont, mories from my childhood surfaced in my mind.
"Georgie, bite him!"
"Georgie, attack!"
"Georgie, snatch!"
I recalled doing many things with Georgie in the past.
However, I couldn’t recall much at the mont.
The only thing I rembered was that I often used Georgie to threaten and intimidate Damien when we were kids.
Thinking about those tis, I could understand why Damien hated and thought I was inherently bad. However, he should have despised , right? Why did he pretend to be so affectionate after my death?
Was he masochistic? I made the dog bite him when we were little, yet he still showed deep affection for and even lied to , saying he was my lover.
He really was sick in the head.
"Is Dexter okay?" Zion asked while squatting to the side and stroked Stevie’s head.
Stevie seed to distinguish between good and bad people. It was quite gentle with Zion.
"He’s injured and doesn’t have many good spots left on his body. He’s lying in bed right now," I said softly.
"Juliet didn’t die, and Simon confessed. Recently, the killer suddenly stopped appearing and hasn’t shown up again. I wonder if this serial murder case has co to an end. I hope Simon is the mastermind. As long as he’s dead, everything will be over," Zion whispered.
From the current situation, it seed like the killer indeed disappeared without a trace, as if Simon’s death ant the disappearance of the murderer.
"Besides, the police found DNA left over from the assault on the third female victim that matched the DNA of the first male victim," Zion said in a low voice.
The victim was the murderer, and the murderer eventually beca the victim.
The perfection of this serial murder case lied in the fact that the killer was hidden among the victims. It was impossible to guess who the next murderer would be.
"I’ve heard of exchange killings before, where strangers kill on behalf of each other. But I’ve never heard of a serial killer becoming a victim." It was obviously an organized and preditated serial killing.
"The longer there’s no new victim, the more likely Simon is the final murderer. But sothing tells things aren’t as simple as it seems." Zion’s intuition was accurate.
I, too, believed that things weren’t that simple.
"The person who killed Sophia hasn’t been found yet. Is it possible that she’s also one of the future victims? For example, Juliet was responsible for luring Sophia to the old alley, and then the real perpetrator acted. There’s definitely sothing fishy about her." I gazed at Zion.
I had always thought that Juliet was not a simple woman.
Zion nodded. "Hence, besides work, I’ve been keeping an eye on this woman recently."
"You should also be careful too. The Blacks are also a dangerous place." Zion stood up and glanced upstairs. Dexter was standing by the window.
He waved to Dexter. Just as he was about to leave, Martin arrived.
This guy really was like a bad penny.
Charles ca with him this ti.
"Stephy, Mr. Ignatius has passed away. You and Dexter..." Charles seed scared even ntioning Dexter’s na. He gritted his teeth and said, "You should get a divorce."
I looked at Charles as if he was an idiot. "What’s wrong? Did the rabies virus from Ann being bitten by the dog get into your brain?"
Charles’s face darkened. "You were tricked into this marriage from the first place. As your father, I have the responsibility to help you annul it."
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