NovelEnglishRalph pondered whether or not to use the key to open the door as he drew closer to it. ‘Will | trigger a bomb? Who knows, Heather might be planning to blowup. Maybe there's a ferocious dog inside, waiting to biteto death. Or she has hidden a dead body inside so she could frme as a murderer?’ Imagining all these horrible scenarios, he had a sudden urge to leave.
However, knowing he had nowhere else to go, he reasoned that he would be better off dead than struggling to stay alive. He gritted his teeth and opened the door.
To his surprise, it was quiet inside, and nothing happened. Groping in the dark, he turned on the light switch on the wall and saw that it was just an ordinary apartment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe apartment was minimally furnished, without a TV, and only had ssofas, tables, and chairs. He went into the bedroom and saw only a simple bed.
He had never seen an apartment as empty as this. Besides sleeping, it served no other purpose as there was no kitchenware, refrigerator, washing machine, or other appliances.
Even so, the place was more than enough for him at the moment.
Shutting the door, he walked around the apartment twice and discovered that it was just an ordinary one-bedroom apartment with a toilet. ‘Well, at least | now have a shelter, and | don’t have to keep roaming outside.’ He felt sleepy as he began to relax. He took off his dirty jacket, washed his face in the toilet, and laid down on the bed, soon falling into a deep slumber.
In the dream, Alexander mocked him while other relatives made fun of him. Even his friends he used to hang out with had turned against him and badmouthed him. Ralph wanted to scream but could not because he was surrounded by thick mist. Just as he panicked and becsweaty, he suddenly saw his mother.
“Mom, tell them that you gave birth to me, and I'm a son of the Russell family! How could | not be? | truly am! Alex must be the one who faked the DNA report, right? Well, tell them!” He said it desperately and dropped to his knees to embrace her legs.
Margaret bent over slightly and looked at him with a slight smile. Reaching out her hand, she caressed his face, her gaze ever so gentle.
However, the next second, her gaze turned into a cruel glare as she slapped his face and gave him a hard kick. “Go away! You're not my real son, you b*stard!” “No, no, no! I'm not! I'm not!” He screamed desperately and jerked awake.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe opened his eyes and saw a bright light enveloping his vision. He caught his breath heavily, not sure if he was still dreaming.
All sweaty and wet, he thought the nightmare was too real, so much so that he could hardly breathe.
“You're awake.” A gentle female voice startled him. He looked over his head and saw “Heather” sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing quietly at him.
“Are you all right? Did you have a nightmare?” She reached out her hand as if to touch his face.
Shocked, Ralph backed off in reflex, not wanting her to touch him.
Seeing his reaction, “Heather's” gaze twinkled with sympathy, and she put down her hand. “Don’t be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. | just wanted to see if you're okay.” “I'm fine.” He shook his head and let out a sigh as he collected himself. He looked exhausted with his head propped on a hand.
“I'm fine.”
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