“And tell Mia Cooper that she should stop playing these little games. I won’t fall for it again.”
Hearing these words, my heart completely sank.
It seemed my brother had also been reborn! But why would he think this was a lie I made up?
In my previous life, he had witnessed with his own eyes how those thugs tortured mother and me.
Why was he being so cold this time around?
Just because of Michelle Peterson? Just because she casually said “Mia did it on purpose” in her suicide note?
Heavy footsteps approached outside the door.
Then the door was hit even more violently, making the wardrobe start to scrape across the floor with a piercing noise.
We watched helplessly as the wardrobe’s defense gradually failed until—CRACK!
A corner of the wardrobe splintered under a powerful blow, exposing a large gap right before our eyes.
The intruder outside let out a hoarse laugh, “So this is where you’re hiding.”
I stood in front of my mother, backing toward the bed step by step.
Staring at the widening crack in the doorway, sweat covered my forehead as I felt completely helpless without any weapon.
Then the door was violently forced open, with the bottom of the wardrobe making a terrible screeching sound like metal on train tracks.
A pair of dirty boots stepped into the room.
“Did you think blocking the door would save you? I don’t have the patience for games.”
The man smiled crookedly, his disgusting gaze scanning the room.
I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles.
His gaze fell on me, greedy and sickening, like a snake’s tongue flicking.
“Well, well, I didn’t expect to find such a pretty young lady here.”
