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When Patrick returned to the villa, lost and broken, Betty still had no idea what had
happened.
This woman, who had ruined my entire life, was still pretending to be innocent and fragile, trying to curl up into Patrick’s arms.
“Patrick, if Eliza really is dead, what will happen to me and the child? I don’t really care, but !
have to protect our child…”
Patrick was always a sucker for this act.
He liked how Betty seemed to adore him so much that she almost went mad with love for
him.
But today, his gaze towards her was colder than ever.
“Are you really sick? Are you really pregnant?” Patrick stared into her eyes, asking sharply and
slowly.
Betty froze for a moment. “Patrick, why would you ask that…?”
Patrick wasn’t a fool.
It was just that before. He didn’t want to doubt Betty.
The truth was, Betty’s acting was terrible, so bad that once Patrick started to question her,
her real nature quickly showed through.
Patrick let out a bitter laugh, closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them again.
“It doesn’t matter. You can lie to me. It doesn’t matter… But what really matters is, was it
really you who gave me the money back then, the money that helped me get through the tough
times?”
Betty’s eyes shifted nervously. “Yeah, of course, it was me…”
Though she tried to hold her ground, her guilty expression betrayed her completely.
Patrick suddenly snapped, grabbing her by the neck. “Betty! I’ve treated you so well. Why are you lying to me?
It’s all because of you! If it weren’t for you, Eliza wouldn’t be dead!
You bast**d! I’m going to kill you!”
His grip tightened, and Betty’s breathing immediately became labored.
With tears in her eyes, she looked at the man in front of her, the same man who had loved
her so deeply just a few days ago, now driven to madness. She struggled for air. “No… You married Eliza to get the Walter family….
Even without me, you would have destroyed the Walter family, destroyed Eliza…
It has nothing to do with me…”
Patrick paused, loosening his grip slightly.
Betty collapsed to the floor, coughing loudly.
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“Yeah… it was me who killed Eliza. I’m the one to blame…” Patrick mumbled to himself, looking ike a man gone mad.
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Though she tried to hold her ground, her guilty expression betrayed her completely.
Patrick suddenly snapped, grabbing her by the neck. “Betty! I’ve treated you so well. Why are you lying to me?
It’s all because of you! If it weren’t for you, Eliza wouldn’t be dead!
You bast**d! I’m going to kill you!”
His grip tightened, and Betty’s breathing immediately became labored.
With tears in her eyes, she looked at the man in front of her, the same man who had loved her so deeply just a few days ago, now driven to madness. She struggled for air. “No… You married Eliza to get the Walter family…
Even without me, you would have destroyed the Walter family, destroyed Eliza…
It has nothing to do with me…”
Patrick paused, loosening his grip slightly.
Betty collapsed to the floor, coughing loudly.
“Yeah… it was me who killed Eliza. I’m the one to blame…” Patrick mumbled to himself, looking
like a man gone mad.
Betty thought she had escaped death, breathing a sigh of relief.
She smiled awkwardly, “Patrick, don’t be like this. You never really liked Eliza. Now that she’s
dead, no one can stand in our way.
Didn’t you say that not marrying me would be your lifelong regret?
Why don’t we get married quickly and have a child that’s truly ours…”
Her voice cut off abruptly.
Betty looked down and saw the dagger already plunged into her chest.
The Patrick before her looked like a cornered madman, his eyes filled with madness.
Patrick spoke coldly, “I am the one who killed Eliza, but you won’t escape, either.
Die and atone for your sins!”
Betty only had time to open her mouth, letting out a single sound before her eyes closed
forever.
Until her last breath, she never understood why, after all the lies she told, the man who had always indulged her would end her life.
After Betty died, Patrick calmly cleaned up the scene.
He was the current head of the Walter family, with power and influence. No one could accuse
him of murder unless he was caught in the act.
villa.
During the process of cleaning up the blood, he accidentally knocked over the mailbox of the
With a soft thud, a letter fell out.
He picked it up and was completely stunned because the letter was addressed to me. D Exchanging letters had always been a playful way Patrick and I flirted with each other.
It all started during that summer, when Patrick made me angry and couldn’t apologize no
matter what. He wrote me a little note.
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Patrick spoke coldly, I am the one who killed Eliza, but you won’t escape, either.
Die and atone for your sins!”
Betty only had time to open her mouth, letting out a single sound before her eyes closed
forever.
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Until her last breath, she never understood why, after all the lies she told, the man who had always indulged her would end her life.
After Betty died, Patrick calmly cleaned up the scene.
He was the current head of the Walter family, with power and influence. No one could accuse him of murder unless he was caught in the act.
villa.
During the process of cleaning up the blood, he accidentally knocked over the mailbox of the
With a soft thud, a letter fell out.
He picked it up and was completely stunned because the letter was addressed to me. Exchanging letters had always been a playful way Patrick and I flirted with each other.
It all started during that summer, when Patrick made me angry and couldn’t apologize no matter what. He wrote me a little note.
The note read, “Ms. Walter, I know I was wrong, and I apologize sincerely. If there’s ever a next time, you can use this note to find me. Punish me as you see fit. I’ll say nothing.”
The note was then slipped into the mailbox at Walter Villa.
Patrick had always lived at Walter Villa, and our rooms were very close to each other. Yet, he still chose to apologize to me in this romantic way.
I couldn’t help but laugh, and with a flourish, I wrote back a note that read, “I’ll reluctantly forgive you, but remember, you need to write me a letter every day!”
From then on, we started exchanging letters from the lush summer to the snowy winter.
We wrote about the rising and setting of the sun, the autumn frost and winter snow, and the passionate love we shared during our youth.
When did the mailbox start to fade into neglect?
It seemed to be when Patrick gradually took control of the Walter family.
At first, he approached me with an agenda, his heart only belonging to Betty.
So, once he had enough power, he no longer needed to humble himself to please me.
And this letter in front of me was the last one I wrote before my death.
In my dazed state, I asked Michael to help me slip it into the mailbox.
Michael cursed and cried, but he did as I asked.
When Patrick opened the letter, his fingers trembled slightly.
