Chapter 1179:
In one fluid motion, Elena drove the knife deep into the wooden table behind Elyse. Her voice carried the chill of arctic wind. “Elyse, do you take me for a fool? If you refuse to speak, then let’s settle our accounts. You attempted to frame me for theft, hired assassins to eliminate me, and today you orchestrated this ridiculous blind date. Considering everything, breaking your hands seems like a rather lenient punishment, wouldn’t you agree?”
Elyse’s face turned ashen. “W-what… what are you planning to do?”
Elena extracted the knife with casual indifference, pressing Elyse’s trembling hand flat against the table’s surface. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Elyse’s pupils dilated with terror, veins bulging prominently across the back of her hand, feeling like prey awaiting slaughter, powerless to escape.
Elena raised the blade, aiming straight for Elyse’s hand. “Don’t flinch. If I miss my mark, I’ll simply try again.”
The threat of cold steel hovering above her amplified Elyse’s terror beyond measure. She stared at Elena, her sanity crumbling fragment by fragment.
Then, Elena’s arm began its descent.
At that precise moment, something fundamental shattered within Elyse’s mind. “Wait, I’ll tell you everything!” she screamed, eyes clenched shut in desperation.
The knife halted mere millimeters above her palm.
“Go ahead,” Elena commanded.
Elyse’s chest rose and fell in ragged gasps, her body soaked with perspiration as if dragged from drowning waters. In her terror, she spoke with mechanical precision. “Wesley is dead.”
Barely contained rage simmered beneath Elena’s calm exterior, her eyes cold and her brow etched with fury. “Spell it out for me. What proof do you have that Wesley is dead?”
A lump rose in Elyse’s throat as she stammered, “It’s… Torin killed Wesley. He shot Wesley and then dumped his body overboard.”
Elena pressed on. “How do you know? Were you actually there to witness it?”
Elyse’s eyes flickered. She hadn’t seen the scene unfold. From a distant ship she had only caught the sharp crack of gunfire and the echo of something hitting the water. Yet bitterness gnawed at her. Why should Elena have the luxury of comfort while her own days were filled with torment?
Old resentment twisted inside her. Forcing her voice steady, she said, “Of course I saw it. With my own eyes. Wesley was shot and thrown into the waves. He’s gone for good.”
𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 — 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣: 𝔤𝓪𝗅ⲛ𝓞ⱱ𝖊𝗅𝓈﹒𝖼𝗈𝗆
Without warning, Elena pressed the knife down, driving the blade into Elyse’s palm.
“Ah! My hand! Elena, have you lost your mind? I already told you everything!” Pain contorted Elyse’s features, her arm trembling uncontrollably.
Wordlessly, Elena yanked the knife out. Blood welled and spilled from Elyse’s wound.
Every muscle in Elyse’s body went rigid, burning hatred for Elena pulsing through her.
Discarding the stained blade into the trash, Elena finally broke the silence. “What are you to Torin?”
Jaw clenched tight, Elyse retorted, “Maybe you should answer that yourself. Weren’t you the one tangled up with him? Imagine how Wesley would feel if he knew the woman he adored had been cozying up to his worst enemy. He wouldn’t just turn in his grave—he’d be thrashing in the sea!”
A sharp, bitter laugh escaped her as she hurled a poisonous look at Elena. Never once had she managed to outshine Elena when it came to attracting men. Wesley came first, and then Torin. No matter where Elena went, men always seemed to stand by her side. But in the end, did any of it matter? Torin had murdered Wesley. Nothing could change that.
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