Chapter 1945
As he spoke, his grip on Belinda’s hand tightened ever so slightly.
After a brief pause, Belinda nodded. “Alright.”
Soon, the group reached the heart of the woods behind the hills—the exact spot where Belinda had been pushed off the slope.
The moment Faye caught sight of Lucas, she erupted into a violent struggle, thrashing against the grip that held her. Her voice broke with panic as she cried out, “Uncle Lucas, please—let me go! I swear I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never dare make the same mistake again!”
Her eyes, swimming with tears, darted toward Belinda as she begged in a trembling voice, “Belinda, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do it that night! Please… show me some mercy. Forgive me this one time…”
By now, terror had consumed her entire being.
Her chest heaved as her heart pounded violently with dread. She no longer clung to the naive belief that Lucas would spare her because they were family.
Never had she imagined that things would spiral into this.
How had it all come to this?
She had been certain that her mother and grandfather would shield her, that they would speak on her behalf and convince Lucas to let her off easily.
But the brutal truth had struck her like a merciless slap in the face.
Fear gripped her fully now, raw and unrelenting.
What would Lucas do to her? The uncertainty gnawed at her, and it was that very unknown that terrified her most of all.
Lucas, however, remained unmoved. Watching Faye collapse into tears, he only gave a low, chilling laugh. His tone was deceptively gentle when he finally spoke. “Don’t be afraid. You’re my niece, and no matter what, I would never take your life. The reason I brought you here is simply to let you experience—firsthand—what Belinda endured that day.”
His words carried a softness on the surface, yet beneath it lay a razor edge.
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Faye’s eyes flew wide, her face draining of all color.
She could scarcely believe her ears. What had he just said? Did Lucas truly mean to make her live through being pushed down a slope?
Had he gone mad?
Did he even grasp how high and treacherous this slope was? If she were forced over the edge, how could she possibly survive?
Her voice rose into a shriek of despair. “No! Uncle Lucas, you can’t do this to me! Please, I’m begging you—this could kill me!”
“So you do know it could kill someone?” Lucas’ eyes hardened, gleaming like the edge of a blade as they bore into her. “Then tell me—what were you thinking when you shoved Belinda down back then? You wanted to kill her, right?”
Each word fell from his lips coated in ice, every syllable stabbing straight into her bones.
Faye didn’t know how to reply. She shook her head frantically, sobs breaking from her throat, but no words came.
Then, as though struck by a sudden thought, Lucas gave a cold, mocking scoff. “Don’t worry. Even if you’re pushed down, it doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll die. Just as your mother said, Belinda is alive and well, perfectly fine now. So… what if fate decides to bless you with the same good fortune?”
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