NovelEnglishGrace didn't say a word. She had previously asked one of Ed's friends to help deal with a body, but Daphne
wasn't the type to just vanish without anyone
noticing.
Even if the Yule family didn't exactly welcher, she had shown her face in front of plenty of people. If she
went missing, they'd start digging immediately.
Grace could already feel the trouble piling up. It was like she had walked right into a trap-like someone had been
laying the groundwork all along.
Lyle's voice got quiet and cautious. "Grace, | swear, it wasn't me."
Grace was just about to reassure him when police sirens lit up the block. A squad of cruisers pulled up around
her, and before she could react, cold silver handcuffs were snapped around her wrists.
The whole thing took less than five minutes. She tried to say something to Lyle, but the officers didn't give her a
chance. They dragged her off without a word.
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Lyle stood frozen, watching as they bagged the body and loaded it up. A chill shot straight up his spine.
Snapping out of it, he took off toward the cottage behind them and banged on the door with everything he had.
"Get the hell out here!"
But the house was dead silent. Just as he was about to lose it, a shot rang out and slammed into his shoulder.
He cursed under his breath and dropped down onto the steps, clutching the wound. That was when he heard the
door creak open behind him.
Lyle started to push himself up, fuming, but the voice from the doorway stopped him cold. "And what exactly do
you think you can do for her?"
The tone was casual, almost bored, but it sliced straight through him like a knife.
Lyle gritted his teeth, but whatever they had loaded that bullet with was kicking in fast. He couldn't move.
"Oh, | can't help her? But do you think you can? You think you're her savior? Don't forget, you brought all this
chaos on her. So, go ahead-keep hiding while she's still got amnesia. Because once she remembers, she'll rip you
apart. And she won't hold back."
The moment the words left Lyle's mouth, a boot cdown hard on his jaw. He tumbled down the stairs like a
rag doll.
Paralyzed and helpless, Lyle spat out a mouthful of blood. "You're a damn psychopath. You know you're living on
borrowed time. She doesn't give a damn about your tragic little monster life. She should've never fallen for a
freak like you. You deserve every ounce of what's coming."
Another punch landed across his face. A tooth flew from his mouth, and his eyes burned red with rage. "I can't
wait to see how this all blows up in your face."
Punch after punch rained down. Neither one of them walked away from that fight feeling like they'd won.
Lyle's face was beaten so badly that it looked like it had been run over. Still, pride kept him from breaking. He
wasn't about to give the other party the satisfaction of looking weak.
Then, the door creaked open again.
A calm voice called out, "Ed, that's enough. You kill him, and you'll owe her another life."
The beating stopped cold. Even the wind outside seemed to go still.
In the darkness, everyone there felt like they were standing on the edge of a cliff.
The doctor leaned against the doorway and let out a tired sigh. "Daphne was poisoned. The symptoms just
happened to kick in at that exact moment. Grace had nothing to do with it. But the Yule family... They might dig
up the past because of it."
When Grace was taken to the station, the cops didn't question her right away. They just threw her in a holding
cell.
The next day, around noon, the one who cto see her was Simon.
The room was completely bare, except for a two-seater couch and an interrogation table with a chair.
A cold glint flickered in Simon's eyes.
Grace sat stiffly on the icy metal chair, her mind still spinning after a sleepless night. No matter how she thought
about it, she couldn't figure out how Daphne had died. The timing had been too perfect-just enough to frher.
The clock ticked on, loud in the silence.
Finally, Simon rose to his feet and walked over to her.
"Grace, you took Daphne without permission last night. Now, she's dead. Have you got anything to say for
yourself?" Simon said, his voice low and steady.
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