NovelEnglishChapter 457 Sometimes, it was hard to tell right from wrong when one was caught in the middle of something. But when one looked at it from another perspective, things would becclear.
How foolish! Especially since the daughter Dexter had cherished so much had tried to kill him.
Dexter broke down. He was trapped in this nightmare. His tightly shut eyes twitched, and his expression twisted into one of pain and torment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMyra, who was by his bedside, was startled. She immediately shook him and called out, "Wake up! Please wake up! Darling, what's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?" After a few shakes, Dexter finally opened his eyes.
The bright light from the lamp blinded him. Myra appeared in his sight, still as beautiful and elegant as he remembered. Even though there were now more strands of white in her hair and a few wrinkles at the comers of her eyes, he still thought she was stunning.
Dexter froze before he cto his senses. Tears streamed down his face. “Darling..." Hearing the familiar voice, Myra was overwhelmed with surprise and joy. She almost burst into tears. "You... You're better? Have you cto your senses? Do you recognize me?" Dexter nodded. He held Myra's hand tightly. "You must've had it hard from taking care of me. You must be exhausted." "As long as you're better..." Myra choked.
She believed that if their roles were reversed, Dexter would have taken care of her just as well.
The two exchanged a look that said everything they needed to without words.
Then, Myra's expression tumed grim. “What happened that day? You were fine when I left the hospital. But not long after, you were rushed to the emergency room for attempting suicide!" Suicide? Dexter's expression turned strange, and he snorted. "Is that what Kayla told you?" He sounded cold and harsh when he said this, void of any affection he had for Kayla.
Myra's heart skipped a beat, and she nodded hesitantly.
Dexter continued, "Darling, do you think I'd ever kill myself? Even if the sky were falling, I'd stand strong for you. Do you think I'd take such a cowardly way out?” Myra shook her head. "I didn't believe it either. So, who tried to harm you? What happened?" He sat up in bed and stared at Myra. His gaze was filled with reluctance, hesitation, and heartache. No one knew better than him how much Kayla meant to Myra.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNineteen years of being mother and daughter had long since surpassed the bonds of mere blood relation. Myra loved Kayla and even valued Kayla as much as her life. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone to the lengths of bankrupting the family to save Kayla from a murder charge.
Dexter couldn't bear to tell Myra the truth. But then he remembered the things he had seen in his dream. The cruel treatment his biological daughter, Felicia, endured, ate at him.
Finally, he answered, "It was Kayla. She tried to kill me. Myra stared at him in disbelief.
He sighed and began to recount what had happened that day.
Kayla stole the swapped map.
That day, he accidentally discovered what she had done and confronted her to try to retrieve the map. But because he was injured and weak, Kayla pushed him down. Then, she grabbed the pillow from the hospital bed and pressed it over his face, cutting off his airflow.
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