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Everyone thought that Patrick’s arrest was just a formality.
With his current position, unless there was concrete, irrefutable evidence, no one could do
anything to him.
But to everyone’s surprise, he confessed to his crimes without hesitation.
He admitted he had killed Betty because she was one of the people responsible for my
death.
He also confessed to driving my father to his death and asked for the law to punish him
accordingly.
The interrogating officers exchanged stunned glances. One young officer couldn’t hold back and asked, “Mr. Rollins, why are you confessing?”
He could have kept silent and continued to sit at the top of the corporate world.
Patrick gently stroked my portrait, still wearing that strange, almost tender expression. “Because I want to be with my wife. I want to apologize to her.”
He finally regretted it deeply, finally cried his heart out, and finally wanted to kneel in front of me and apologize.
But unfortunately…
I had already stopped wanting his love a long time ago.
When he walked into the prison, he asked the guard, “Can I be sentenced to death?”
The guard was so shocked he couldn’t speak. After a long pause, he said, “I don’t think so…” Patrick sighed deeply and said helplessly, “Looks like I’ll have to take matters into my own
hands then.”
At that moment, I didn’t understand what he meant.
But soon, I would.
Somehow, Patrick had managed to bring a sharp dagger into the prison.
It was even the same one he used to kill Betty.
The blade was stained with a trace of blood, making it look eerie and terrifying.
Before he made his move, Patrick looked around and said, “Eliza, I’ve always felt like you were
still with me.
I’m going to die to atone for my sins and join you.
Before that, would you come and see me one last time?”
I was a little surprised.
It felt like my soul suddenly became weightless, and all the chains that had bound me
shattered at that moment.
”
I thought I heard a mysterious voice whispering in my ear.
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*Your vengeance has been avenged. You may leave now… Or you could choose to see hii.. one last time… So, will you see him?”
I looked at Patrick.
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It was even the same one he used to kill Botty.
The blade was stained with a trace of blood, making it look eerie and terrifying.
Before he made his move, Patrick looked around and said, “Eliza, I’ve always felt like you were
still with me.
I’m going to die to atone for my sins and join you.
Before that, would you come and see me one last time?”
I was a little surprised.
It felt like my soul suddenly became weightless, and all the chains that had bound me
shattered at that moment.
I thought I heard a mysterious voice whispering in my ear.
“Your vengeance has been avenged. You may leave now… Or you could choose to see him one last time… So, will you see him?”
I looked at Patrick.
His eyes were filled with hope.
It was the same look he gave me when he confessed to me that year.
I smiled, feeling a sense of relief, and slowly, yet firmly, shook my head.
The gates to the afterlife opened before me, and the end of the road was bathed in soft, white light.
I could almost see my parents and the unborn child waiting at the end of the road, waving at
me excitedly.
In an instant, I forgot about Patrick, lifted the hem of my skirt, and ran toward them.
“No, Eliza, please just look at me…”
Patrick seemed to sense something and called out his voice full of despair.
He knew this was the real final farewell.
Without hesitation, Patrick used the dagger to slit his own artery.
Blood poured out in a spray, and he muttered, “Eliza, I’ve come to see you…”
I could hear everything, but I simply paused for a moment without turning back.
A few days later, the police went through Patrick’s belongings.
His parents were dead, and he had no close relatives left. Even the distant relatives from the Walter family, the ones he could call family, had all been killed by him.
The police didn’t know who to hand his things over to.
After a bit of back and forth, they ended up in Michael’s hands.
Michael casually flipped through the items and found Patrick’s last will.
The final lines were written on the most ordinary piece of paper.
When Michael saw Patrick’s handwriting, he scoffed and casually tossed it aside.
A breeze stirred from somewhere, lifting the paper and revealing a few lines of writing.
It read, “Eliza, I am so sorry to you in this life. If there is an afterlife, would you write me a letter
again?*
