Semua Bab Till Death Do Us Part… Me First: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Hearing Isabella's words, the fragile hope that had just flickered to life inside me was quickly snuffed out again. What was she trying to do this time?Isabella handed her phone to Jameson. On the screen was a photo of a red Ferrari.Jameson narrowed his eyes slightly. He recognized it—it was the Valentine's Day gift he had given me months ago.Isabella said, "I'm her sister, and I worry for her. It's not safe for Mia to be out there alone. I've been asking friends to help find her these past few days. My friend discovered that her car has been showing up a lot on Clinton Street lately. And you know... there's been a lot of illegal street racing there. You think maybe... she's gotten mixed up with that crowd?"When Isabella finished speaking, the faint worry on Jameson's face faded and immediately darkened.Clinton Street was infamous in their circles—known for illegal races and the dangerous people they attracted. Most of those racers were low-level thugs who were willing to do

I stared at Jameson's furious face, feeling nothing but silent exasperation.I had only been gone a short while, and yet here he was again—falling for Isabella's words, ready to chase down some imagined lover. I was a dead woman—where would I even find a lover?After everything that had already happened, I was calmer this time. Only, the hatred in my heart toward Jameson and Isabella deepened even more. If the heavens ever gave me another chance, I would never let those two get away with it. Never."No wonder you said before that Mia must have sold off all those things for money—just to support some man on the side," Jameson muttered.His face had passed beyond mere anger into something almost grotesque.I looked at him coldly.'Jameson, what right do you have to despise me? Aren't you just as filthy, just as rotten?'Isabella pulled the car to a steady stop at Clinton Street. The window on the passenger side lowered with a quiet hum.Not far ahead, a street race was underway—t

George was over eighty, but his slap still packed a punch. Without warning, his palm struck the other side of Jameson's face.The suddenness of it made my spirit jolt backward."Grandpa, Mia, she..." Jameson started, wanting to tell him about the affair.But then he remembered Adam's warning and bit his tongue.If Grandpa found out he couldn't even manage his own marriage, he'd think Jameson was incompetent."So many days have passed, and you still haven't found Mia? What the hell have you been doing?" George barked.He sat upright on the bed, his face pale and weary. The weather had turned colder, and his age showed in the way even a mild cold took a toll on him.Jameson immediately answered, "Don't worry, Grandpa. I'll find Mia soon. She's just angry. Once I talk to her properly and say a few nice words, she'll come back."I listened to his smug self-assurance and let out a silent, bitter laugh.Even if I weren't already dead, even if I were alive, after all the filthy thing

I turned my head at the sound and saw Sebastian walk in.He was tall and broad-shouldered, his features sharp and defined. Dressed in a white lab coat, his posture was straight and commanding. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, he exuded a natural air of sophistication.The only thing that stood out was the coldness in his eyes — a chill as cutting as a winter glacier.Jameson was drawn by the noise too. When his gaze locked with Sebastian's, he froze. A flicker of guilt flashed across his face.It took him a long moment before he spoke, stammering, "Y-You're back, Sebastian?"But Sebastian barely gave him a glance, as if even acknowledging him was beneath him.He turned instead and handed a report to Marcus."I tested the wound's cut angle and bleeding pattern," he said flatly. "Based on the blade material, thickness, and shape, I filtered through industrial and kitchen knives and selected the ones that matched the characteristics of the murder wea

I couldn't help but laugh at Isabella's words.Listen to her—how gracious she sounded.That casual "there's no need" was dripping with contempt, as if she were saying, I'm a renowned female racer. Why would I even bother with some fake heiress?But only I knew the truth: all the honors Isabella had today were stolen from me.Back then, if she hadn't suddenly fallen ill right before the race, I never would have been forced by my mentor to fill in for her at the last minute. And it was that race that completely destroyed my career.During the competition, the engine malfunctioned, and my car flipped. I was trapped in the raging fire, suffering severe burns and multiple fractures. Even my eye disease that had been cured once flared up again.The doctor had warned me that if my condition ever relapsed, it would be irreversible. And sure enough, when I finally woke up in the hospital, the world before me was nothing but a blur—I couldn't see a thing.None of the Dawson family, not ev