I was trapped in the Black family’s villa for about 13 days. Every day, I kept thinking about the murderer’s motive, path, thod, and all possibilities.
I heard vaguely from the helpers of the Black family that the murder case had been closed.
Although Dexter surrendered, the Black family bailed him out and trapped him at ho by using his ntal problems as an excuse.
I knew he wasn’t the only perpetrator. At the very least, my murderer was soone else.
I was sure that there must be so kind of relationship between him and the person who killed .
But after so many days, I didn’t manage to get any clues from him.
Perhaps he was too good at pretending. He did nothing but stare at in a daze every day.
I wrote on a sheet of paper, analyzing the murderer’s motive and all the suspicious points in my mories.
I wanted to help Zion catch the murderer.
If the murderer wanted to kill the girls who got adopted and left the orphanage, the only survivor of those girls in red dresses was Juliet.
"Ms. Miller, Mr. Jas wants to see you," The nanny knocked on the door and asked to go over.
This morning, I handed a pregnancy test strip with two lines to the nanny. Jas should be looking for regarding this matter.
Dexter was right. As long as I was pregnant, I could get out.
The nanny waited outside the door while I changed my clothes. When I left, Dexter didn’t say anything.
"You..." Upon walking to the door, I looked back at him.
Forget it. Before I found out the truth, it was safest for him to remain locked up by the Black family. What if he went out to kill people again?
I had never really been able to trust him.
"I’ll find you..." As I was walking outside, I vaguely heard Dexter say that.
When I looked back, the nanny had already closed the door and was locking several big locks.
"Isn’t this too exaggerated?" I asked.
The nanny whispered, "Ms. Miller, you’re truly impressive for being able to stay in there with him for so long. You have no idea how scary he is... He has killed people!"
She looked around hesitatingly before continuing, "Mr. Black Senior has found won for him before. You’re the luckiest. The others have been scared crazy."
I ignored her words, not caring about the Black family’s birth plan.
Arriving in the living room on the first floor, I saw Jas on the couch. Ignatius was also there.
"Is she pregnant?" Ignatius spoke first.
"It seems to be the case..." The nanny handed him the pregnancy test strip that showed two lines.
He didn’t look at it. "Take Sofia to have her blood drawn. Let Dr. Adrian check on her."
I kept my head down and didn’t speak to avoid saying anything wrong.
"Dr. Adrian said that you need to draw blood to check your HCG levels. You also need to take a B-ultrasound. The conditions at ho are limited. It’s best to do it in the hospital."
I breathed a sigh of relief. Once at the hospital, I had a chance to escape.
Ignatius was in a good mood and looked at . "Go ahead. Be careful."
I nodded and still didn’t speak.
He then looked at Jas. "Sofia is a blessed one. You must treat the child as yours after it’s born."
Jas smiled and nodded. "Yes, Dad."
I lowered my head and sneered secretly. How could Jas treat the child of others as his own?
"Take care of Sofia well. She’s now our hero," Ignatius said happily.
"About my family..." I asked tentatively, fearing that others would suspect I wasn’t the actual Sofia.
The reason why Sofia ca to the Black family was to help Miller Group tide over the difficulties. If I ignored the Miller family, they would be suspicious of .
Ignatius said nothing while Jas said unhappily, "That’s none of your business. Your family will get their benefits once the child is born safely."
I nodded and left with the nanny.
This unborn child would be the key to saving my life.
I arrived at Huma Hospital with the nanny and driver. I stood still for a long ti after getting out of the car.
The hospital and its surroundings felt familiar to . I wasn’t dreaming. I had returned with a new identity.
"The autopsy report is out. Sophia was indeed pregnant when she died. She was pregnant..."
In the hospital corridor, I saw familiar figures—Zion and Violette.
My legs stiffened, and my breathing quickened. My eyes reddened as I opened my mouth. I tried to say sothing, but no sound ca out.
I wished I could rush over to hug Violette and reveal my true identity.
But I could never live the sa life while holding a different identity than Sophia.
"It’s Damien! I want to kill him! Let go! Let kill him!" Violette was on the verge of collapsing, desperately wanting to kill Damien.
Zion tried to stop her without making any comnts.
Violette shouted in desperation as she struggled forcefully, "Let go! Let kill him! Why are they still alive? Why? Juliet and Damien killed Sofia. You’re a policeman. Why don’t you arrest them? Go arrest them!"
Zion continued to block her silently. The atmosphere beca tense.
My legs felt numb as I attempted to move forward. "Violette..."
"Ms. Miller, this way." The nanny ran back to guide toward the doctor’s office.
I turned to see Violette. It seed that Violette had spotted as well.
"Sofia..." Violette pushed Zion aside, scanning the crowd for .
I stood at the doorway, observing Violette as she passed by.
I almost forgot that I was no longer Sophia, even though Sofia’s appearance was similar to mine.
"Violette." Zion chased after Violette and grasped her wrist. "Please, go back first."
"Zion, you’re a policeman. You’re aware of the nurous suspicious aspects of this case. How could Dexter possibly be the murderer? It’s clear that he’s taking the bla for soone else. The real murderer is still out there."
"Juliet is highly suspicious. Why did all the red-dressed girls die while she alone survived?" Violette nervously looked at Zion, imploring him to solve the case quickly.
Zion lowered his eyes, nodding. "I’ll investigate the case thoroughly..."
Despite his commitnt to a comprehensive investigation, there were nurous uncontrollable factors in this case.
"Did you know that Dexter once struggled with a ntal illness? He was a genius boy from that orphanage. Do you know why the orphanage later changed its na to Double Stars Welfare Ho?"
"The term ’Double Stars’ signifies two genius boys. One of the genius boys was Dexter, and another died in a fire many years ago, Simmy." Violette shared her findings with Zion.
I stood by the door, listening quietly. The na Double Stars Welfare Ho sounded familiar to .
Suddenly, a headache swept over , accompanied by flashes of mory fragnts crossing my mind. However, I couldn’t make the connection to these fragnts.
"How could a genius end up like this?" Violette wondered why Dexter had turned from being a genius to a madman.
I had the sa question as Violette in my mind.
Dexter definitely would not share the story behind it. I refrained from asking Violette more, fearing it might scare her.
Zion said, "Let’s go back."
"I don’t want to..." Violette looked around. "I think I saw Sofia a mont ago..."
Zion took a deep breath and pulled Violette away.
I sneakily hid by the door, watching Violette leave before turning into the consultation room.
"Dr. Adrian, is my child developing normally?"
That was another patient in the consultation room.
That patient’s voice made tense up. It was Juliet!
Looking up, I found that Juliet was seated next to the doctor, with Damien accompanying her for the prenatal check-up.
I sneered. They seed to be leading a happy life.
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