Novel & Cerita Believing Me Ingrid Clayton

"Please stop assuming things. Why would I lay everything behind: my home, work, friends and assets? Just so o can squat and seek help in another pack. That doesn't make sense." "It does to me. My gender can do anything to amend them sem like the victim. They can even go as far as cooking up stories to gain pity." My mouth could say no words. I felt gagged. What I've heard about ingrid was far from what I had observed since I came here. She isn't the sweetheart everyone makes her out to be. I dont think someone can change overnight. Can they? They're this wicked tongue she has and her eyes were devoid of emotions. She didn't look like she sincerely took pity on me. It appeared to me as though

Every word I spoke landed like a hammer to his chest. "Why should I forgive you just because you're sorry? You betrayed me and dragged me through endless pain. If you spend the rest of your life drowning in guilt and suffering, that's exactly what you deserve." My voice held no warmth, only a resolute finality about the past. Carlen collapsed to his knees and crawled toward me. He clung to my leg tightly as he sobbed uncontrollably. "But I was set up, Irene! I was innocent. Someone drugged me with an aphrodisiac. Lily did it on purpose!"

Not even us. Especially not me. I was the last person to see her alive. Well—me and Rosetta. And yet I’m not shaken. I should be. But I’m not. Because something about this feels planned. Or convenient. Ingrid Bishop doesn’t just disappear. She’s reckless, not stupid. Calculating, not careless. Her silence doesn’t read like fear. It reads like defiance. Or bait. “She’s a fucking ticking bomb,” I murmur to myself, rubbing the bridge of my nose.