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Chapter 13
They talked for a long time.
Irene had been thinking for a long time, and finally, she had built up her resolve. When she emerged, her face no longer showed the previous timidity and fear. She pulled out her phone and called my brother.
“Honey, I’m finished here. Sorry for making you worry.”
“Since we’re getting married soon, how about we take a trip abroad?”
“That way, we can visit Richard, and then come back together with him.”
My brother pondered for a moment before agreeing.
I floated back to my brother’s side, shouting in his ear not to go! Don’t go! But he couldn’t hear me at all and was already preparing to book the tickets.
Even if my brother hated me, he wouldn’t let it slide easily for the sake of the Nash family’s reputation after I was killed by them. This matter would be discovered sooner or later. Irene was just buying time, and this delay would surely give Carson a chance to do something terrible.
The flight was scheduled for a week later. Irene originally wanted to leave today, but unfortunately, my brother had something to attend to and couldn’t leave immediately.
I lay there in despair, feeling like everything was falling apart.
After finishing his work, my brother went out to instruct the butler, saying that I had come back and should be punished at home. He also warned me not to try any tricks, or else there would be consequences when he got back. I sneered. Brother, there’s no need to wait. I won’t be coming back. If you want to punish me, go to the morgue.
Soon, it was the day before their trip. My brother happily chatted with Irene on the phone. After hanging up, he called my dad, saying he wanted to bring his future daughter–in–law to meet him. My dad was very happy and asked before hanging up. “How’s Caitlin been lately?”
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There was a moment of silence. “Just the same, disrespectful and staying out all night. I don’t know how she turned out this way. Dad, you don’t know, Caitlin hasn’t been home for a week, and she hasn’t responded to any messages,”
At that moment, the butler came running upstairs and whispered, “Young Master, the police are downstairs. They said they need to talk to you.”
My brother’s eyebrows twitched, and his expression changed drastically. I was puzzled. Brother, what are you afraid of?
My dad, of course, heard this over the phone. “Shane, what’s going on?”
My brother didn’t respond, and my dad continued talking to himself. “Go and check it out. Maybe something happened at the company. These past few days, I’ve been dreaming about your mom. She was crying in the dream, saying we didn’t take good care of Caitlin, saying something happened to her. Your mom blamed me in the dream, crying so much it broke my heart. So I wanted to ask you, how’s Caitlin been lately?”
For some reason, my brother’s voice trembled. “Dad, stop talking…”
Then he hastily hung up the phone.
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