“You wretch!”
Jasper was frozen where he stood. Silas grabbed the opportunity and flipped him over.
Silas stood up and looked down imperiously at Jasper with a cold expression on his face. “Get your men and get out of my house.”
Jasper got up and grabbed hold of Silas. He was very agitated.
“What did Amara say to you? Why did she go missing?”
Silas‘ eyes reddened, but he rejected Jasper expressionlessly. “I’ll find out how she died. As for what she said to me, you’re not
worthy of knowing!”
Jasper clenched his fists, but he suppressed the impulse to hit Silas. While Silas was distracted, he suddenly pushed him aside and
rushed into the study!
The study was filled with photos of me.
In the photos, my complexion was a purplish–green. My pupils were dilated, and my pale, bloodless lips made me look as
terrifying as a ghost.
I had been suffocated to death, and I’d been imprisoned in a cramped wine cellar. Even breathing had become a luxury to me.
My eyes were shut tightly, as if I had only fallen asleep. Before I died, my hands had been caressing my stomach.
Even I could not help shuddering when I saw the tragic state I had been in.
