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CHAPTER NINETY _ TWO Mary stood up from the bed and dressed into something light. She stepped out of her room and met Mercy standing in the sitting room. The television set was on, and pictures of Henry and Maria were all over the screen. Their were also videos of the police and reporters at the accident scene. The car was empty, but Maria's blood was all over. Crowd gathered around the car, and some police officers penned down words in their books while observing the place. Mary picked up the television remote and turned the television off.

Jeremy also changed radically when forced to have Mary as his wife and faced the responsibility to save his father's reputation and keep him out of jail. Currently, they got along well, now that they could no longer harm each other. Jeremy was involved with another woman, and Mary didn’t feel ready for anything; she still had a lot to heal. But despite everything she went through, Mary hated the way Alice's situation was being handled. Stealing Ethan? Continuing to make Robert believe he was dead? Was this the best way to keep her away from Robert? No, but things were so messy that it was very easy to keep doing it, becoming a vicious cycle created by Henry Taylor.

Mary assured. Astrid looked at the woman and smiled at her. “You have a daughter?” She asked. “I have three daughters. Two of them live with my sister for now. The first is married.” Mary answered. “They're lucky to have you.” She hugged Mary, letting the shocked woman hug her back. The door opened and Darius's head popped in. “Oh. I didn't know you two were in here. Are you busy?” His face held a hint of discomfort. “Not at all, sir. We were just finishing with her massage. Let's go, Thelma.” Mary said, walking out of the room with Thelma.

Mary ask standing rigid. "She knows who killed Debra and I want to know who did it,that's not a crime is it,your daughter was the only witness to this accident,no one else was there then why can't she tell me" "Are you sure she's hiding who the killer is?"Mary respond quizzically. --- --- ---

The most she had laughed for a while now. “Lydia is too uptight for that. She wouldn't even see not even Nathaniel. They have their beautiful family to even think about me. I simply got this through a fight, but hold on, hold on, how did you even know about Lydia? Or a man?” Jenny did a double take. “It was all over the news and I did my research.” Mary spoke honestly and Jenny closed her eyes shut and sighed deeply. “They are so dramatic for real. I hate them so much, you know I got life imprisonment right?” Mary nodded then Jenny shook her head laughing in resentment.

I’m in shock and don’t know how to react to the news. Mary is missing.

“Everyone saw it. Mary tried to stab me that night in the garage! She meant to kill me. And if you recall, at Moon Lake she did the same—tried to push me in.” Across every livestream, the chat exploded: “Mary’s the psycho here!” “Major plot flip!” “This drama is epic. Keep it coming!” “Dane is my hero!” “Wendy for President!” Mary’s face went through every shade of panic and fury. “Lies! You’re lying! I never grabbed a knife!” “Oh?” I smiled a frosty smile. “Then explain why the surveillance footage clearly shows you with a knife, shouting ‘Wendy, die!’?”

Because Mary disliked the citylife, she usually lived in the countryside. In her past life, Nora had only seen her twice—once at the wedding, where she had barely managed a cup of tea before being whisked away. The second time was on a hospital TV screen, Mary already skeletal and ravaged by illness. She died that very night, though the family didn’t release the obituary until the next day, sparking whispers that her death wasn’t natural. But Nora had been too consumed by her own misery to look deeper. And by her count, Mary had barely six months left.

I retrieved my cell phone from my purse and texted her. Me: You made the right choice by staying home. Mary: Is the party boring? Me: Very. Plus, the company is lacking. Mary: I can imagine. I couldn’t bring myself to go. To be honest, there aren’t many girls from Eden I want to speak with. Unfortunately, the ones I liked were killed. My chest ached with grief. Mary: How sad is that? The good girls died, and the mean girls lived. Me: Let’s talk about something else. What is the vampire soap opera that Judge Max says is so good that you won’t deign us with your presence?

It looked like he was catching fun, from what happened in the morning. But as for me, I was down, especially about my sick dad in the hospital. I tried my best just to overlook the uncalled nuisance he was causing in the reception, not knowing that Sandra was monitoring my facial expressions. She tapped me with her shoes and whispered in my ear. Mary, can't you see Endrick? I can see him. I replied. So why are you avoiding him, she added.