Who would have thought that Rina was already dead?
Dead at the hands of Amelia.
And Eleanor—she was the child Rina had brought into this world. Everything had been meticulously calculated, a dark secret hidden for years.
Theodore stood paralyzed, feeling as though he were trapped in a surreal nightmare. It was impossible to believe; too fantastical to comprehend.
“Amelia!” As his mind finally cleared, Theodore staggered over to her, his face twisted in rage. “Is… Is what you said true?” His voice cracked, the words barely escaping his trembling lips. His eyes reddened, and his hands shook as he struggled to hold back tears.
Amelia’s gaze drifted as if lost in a trance. Suddenly, she broke into a deranged laughter that echoed through the silent room. "Of course it’s true… Why would I lie to you?” Her voice was thick with a chilling mix of bitterness and grief. “Can’t believe it? But the truth is exactly that…” She laughed again, this time with tears streaming down her face.