Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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After being alone for a night, I found myself being led back to Hansel by the time dawn came around.
He was sitting in his car with Jack at the wheel. Hansel’s eyes were closed as he leaned back against his seat.
I stuck myself onto the windowpane and glared at him coldly. I didn’t know why the gods gave such an ugly soul a handsome face, a wealthy life, and a powerful social standing.
Maybe the gods were blind.
Meanwhile, I had been nothing but a kind soul all my life, and yet, I’d ended up being so brutally murdered without even knowing where the rest of my body was. Hansel was rich and heartless, but he got away with everything and could do just about anything he wished.
His face was calm as he caught up on some sleep in the car.
Hansel didn’t seem to be emotionally bothered by my disappearance at all. It was as if I was nothing but a stranger to him.
However, I had died while pregnant with his baby.
I felt sad and upset as I thought about my unborn baby. Gradually, the cold, frosty look in my eyes intensified as I glared at Hansel.
Hansel probably felt something–maybe my hatred for him was so intense that he sensed it—but he suddenly jerked awake and shivered slightly before turning his head to the side, staring at me.
Or rather, stared right through me, at the street behind me.
There was a slight show of emotion in his cold, icy eyes. After hesitating for a long while, he finally yelled, “Stop the car!”
Jack stopped the car immediately by the roadside.
Hansel didn’t get out of the car, though. He just continued staring at the street.
Curiosity finally got the best of me, and I turned around to look in the direction he was looking. I was immediately
shocked.
Hansel had been staring at Mom.
She was holding a paint roller in her hands, busy painting something onto the walls by the street.
What was Mom doing?
After rolling for a bit, Mom set down the roller and picked up a large sheet of paper before sticking it onto the wall.
As it turned out, she had been applying some sort of adhesive to the walls with the paint roller. But what was she sticking onto the walls?
I took a closer look at the sheet of paper now stuck onto the wall and was shocked. I could feel the pain piercing right through my heart.
Mom was pasting up full color photos of me.
I was smiling very warmly and brightly in the photo, just like a beautiful flower. Quite a number of people
stopped by to look at me.
There was also a stack of similar photos in Mom’s hands. There had to be at least a few dozen sheets there.
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Noticing that she’d managed to grab the passers–by’s attention, she stopped pasting up my photos and turned around to address the public.
“Sir, have you seen this young lady?
“Miss, have you seen this young lady?
“Madam, have you seen her?”
Mom kept asking the people who’d gathered around, one after another, but they all shook their heads at her. Gradually, the hope in Mom’s eyes began to flicker out as sadness took over.
She choked, “This is my daughter. She’s been missing for six days. She used to work at the hospital nearby. Madam, have you seen my daughter?”
It was only then that I realized that I was quite close to the hospital where I used to work.
“I’ve not seen her,” the woman whom Mom approached responded with a shake of her head. She was probably a mother herself as she asked in concern, “Since your daughter’s been missing for so long, have you tried reporting it to the police?”
Mom’s lips trembled as her eyes turned red with unshed tears. The look in her eyes conveyed her upset, anger, and helplessness. But mostly anger.
Hansel had forbidden the police from opening up a formal investigation on me, and the Fairlights couldn’t care less about whether I was alive or not. Mom must have exhausted every option before resorting to posting photos of me near my workplace, hoping for even the smallest clue to my whereabouts.
But I didn’t die near the hospital, though. Even if someone recognized my face, what kind of clues could they possibly tell her?
I watched Mom pick up her paint roller and continue sticking up more photos of me on the wall. Her figure looked so small, helpless, and lonely as she struggled with the huge posters.
I could feel myself getting anxious on her behalf. The pain was coming from everywhere. My heart ached so deeply for her.
The more my heart hurt, the more hatred I harbored toward Hansel.
Why the heck did he have to go and forbid the police from investigating my disappearance?
I was so mad that I raised my fist and pounded heavily against the car’s glass window. I really wanted to ask this heartless robot of a man why he just had to do that!
Chapter 11
Chapter 11
