Semua Bab Blood of Regret: Bab 81 - Bab 90

I stared at Star, speechless—wasn't he being way too obedient?Or maybe he would actually listen if I just told him?"Stay still," I told him as I pulled out a hairdryer.And Star really sat in the bathtub motionless, as tame as a puppy.Still, I was skeptical and kept probing him. "You can sleep on the floor tonight. I'll sleep on the bed."Star turned around to stare into my eyes, and I gulped at that innocent yet captivating gaze.But while I thought he would refuse, he nodded. "Okay."I then asked in curiosity, "Are you going to say yes to anything I ask?" Star nodded."What if I told you to kill yourself?"He seemed to pause for a moment, but he nodded even as he turned away."I guess you really are crazy…" I muttered under my breath and left. "Just come to bed already. And you'd better stay still."Still, even as I lay in bed and waited, it was only after a while when he finally stepped out and stood, hesitating at the edge of the bed.Eventually, he picked up a pil

I reached out and grabbed Lynn's arm before I knew it, pulling her inward. "Don't walk so far out."Lynn froze, probably seeing a hint of Beatrice in me just then."Who… are you?" she eventually asked softly.I smiled. "I never left. I'm still here."Lynn's eyes turned red and welled up with tears, and she quickly walked toward Azure Yard.It was the apartment complex where Jack was hiding."What are your plans after graduation? Working at the hospital?" I asked Lynn casually as we walked, keen to find out what plans she had for the future.Once upon a time, we both had our goals—I was going to study abroad, while she would study for a doctorate abroad as well, after completing her undergraduate and master's degrees in the country.After that, we would return to the country together—she would become a doctor who saved lives, while I would work as a highly competent secretary.We would happily make a living, spend the extra money we have on travels, buy a house together, and sp

As Martin stayed with his back against the wall, Lynn frowned at him. "You're still going to protect Yvie now?!""No… she probably didn't know when she slipped and must've thought it was Beatrice… Jack's the only one who's lying!"Martin defended Yvie, even though he didn't buy it himself. In reality, defending Yvie was equal to defending himself—scum like him would never admit that my death had anything to do with him, even if the evidence hit him in the face!"Please, Beatrice… you're dead already! Why are you still haunting me? Just leave!" Jack was still raving, clearly drunk before Martin beat him up and now even more incoherent.Wiping the blood from the corner of his lips, he pointed at Martin and yelled into thin air, "There's a person responsible for this whole mess, and his name is Martin Fitzgerald! Haunt him all you want, not me! I didn't kill you, Beatrice! It was all him! He asked you to die for Yvie White—that was all him!"Martin glared at Jack, balling his fists

I was the one who was absolutely convinced that Star was the serial killer, even pretending to be nice to him so that he would let down his guard and perhaps spill the beans on the serial murders…That was when Star looked up at Lynn. "I am Bea's husband."I glared at Star, and he quickly pouted as he lowered his gaze."Bea? You're a Bea too?" Lynn asked warily."My name is Beatrix Lecter," I replied, aware that it was difficult to convince Lynn that I was Beatrice for a while, and I had to stick to being Beatrix for a while."Then why do you pretend to be Beatrice?" Lynn asked with a frown."What do you mean by pretending?" I trailed and sighed. She was the one who wouldn't believe me.Giving up, I sat down and sighed. "Well, no one's hurt, so let's call it a win."After I reincarnated, one of the things I quickly noticed was how physically fit Beatrix was.As Beatrice Cox, I was always sick and never in good form.On the other hand, I would have thought that Beatrix would

Even as Bart finished and stared pointedly at me, I was glancing downward at my own belly.Truly, heavy was the head that wore the crown, and still waters ran deep.Although things appeared relatively calm before, the Lachmanns' internal troubles were now catching up to me too.Seeing the menacing crowd as she stood at the gates, Lynn asked, "Do you need help with this one?"I smiled, shaking my head. "I'm afraid you shouldn't get involved, since this is the Lachmann family's business. Just wait for a moment—I'll ask the chauffeur to send you home." Lynn nodded—that much was true.After sending Lynn off, I followed Bart to the drawing room.It was full of people, with Klaus Lachmann—Miguel Lachmann's cousin—presiding over them.Although Lachmann Group was a family business, Miguel had started it from scratch, and various members of the family were given important assignments because Miguel just wanted to help them grow. Instead, they grew into scavengers, all of them ready to