“Ni…amh…” Old Master Waldburg called for her.
Yvonne’s footsteps halted.
Even though the old man had difficulty pronouncing the words and could only do it slowly, they were still clear and far from muffled!
Yvonne never expected Old Master Waldburg to suddenly turn to her and utter ‘Vonne’.
Yvonne felt endangered.
The old man had healed enough to speak now?
She had even confessed about being the one who poisoned the tea cakes quite a few times when she hit and scolded the old master.
If the old man could speak, did that not mean she was screwed?
Uneasy, Yvonne walked up the stairs.
Niamh approached Old Master Waldburg and leaned down with a smile. “Floor? There’s no more blood on the floor, Grandfather. It’s already been wiped off. How about we spend some time under the sun instead?”
“Ni…amh…”
“I’m right here.”
“Vonne…” The old master then turned to look in Yvonne’s direction.
Yvonne immediately dashed up the stairs.
Moments later, after the police had recorded everything there was of the scene, they brought Niamh to the station with Kendrick following them.
Karen scoffed. “Hmph. This is what you get for hitting me!”
“Aunty Karen, what if there isn’t enough evidence and Niamh leaves the station acquitted?”
Karen turned to glare at Yvonne. “In her dreams! I’ll make her life a living hell for making me bleed!”
“…” Yvonne gulped.
Turning around to find Old Master Waldburg glaring at her, Yvonne clenched her fists quietly.
She would do anything to prevent Karen from knowing that she was the true culprit, even if it meant shutting Old Master Waldburg up for good! After all, he was the only person who knew the truth.
Yvonne glared at Old Master Waldburg with a sinister smile. She would act tonight.
With her statement recorded, Niamh left the station to find Kendrick waiting for her by the door.
He was standing under the sun with his eyes closed. The man seemed like he was deep in thought.
The fair complexion of his cheeks held a youthful tint.
A similar scene suddenly flashed through Niamh’s mind, as if she too had stared at Kendrick from afar years ago.
She tried to think deeper about it, but that only resulted in a headache.
She knew that it was most likely the sequelae of the car crash.
Perhaps only when she had recalled all her memories would the pain subside.
Niamh walked toward him, realizing that Kendrick was looking down at the wedding ring on his left ring finger.
The corners of the man’s eyes were filled with adoration as his lips curled mirthfully.
Not too long ago, Kendrick had claimed with certainty that she was legally his wife. Curious, Niamh asked, “We’ve already signed the divorce papers long ago, so why did you say that I’m your legal wife?”
Kendrick heard her question when he was rifling through scenes of the past, back when Niamh was still in love with him. He pulled his thoughts back. He then looked up and locked gazes with her.
“Did Felipe tell you that? That we’re divorced?”
“Just answer the question.” Niamh turned her face away coldly.
Kendrick gave a bitter chuckle. “We did indeed sign the papers, but since we haven’t registered it in the town office, we’re technically still married.”
Niamh saw relief and joy surface in Kendrick’s expression as he replied.
He seemed to be elated about the fact that she was legally still his woman.
However, Niamh was quick to pop Kendrick’s little joyous bubble. “We’ll register it at the town office two days later when the actual person who hurt your mother gets convicted.”
Kendrick’s smile vanished, and his heart felt as if it had been pierced with an icy sword.
Her curt and cold reply had chilled his heart.
Although, Kendrick seemed to have caught on to something in Niamh’s reply. “You know who the true culprit is, Nia?”
Niamh glanced back at him. “Your wonderful mother is the only one who doesn’t.”
With that, she turned elegantly to hail a ride when a sports car sped over toward her just as she walked to the road.
A gust of wind brushed past the second before Niamh could be hit, and the familiar cool scent engulfed her.
Kendrick pulled Niamh into his arms, albeit he had used too much strength due to his concern. Niamh lost her center of gravity, and the two rolled onto the asphalt.
Kendrick had a hand over the back of Niamh’s head as he held her close to him until they came to a halt.
“Are you alright, Nia?” Kendrick asked worriedly as his grip loosened slightly.
Niamh’s blank but widened and glossy eyes reflected Kendrick’s concerned expression.
Her nerves tugged, and her mind flashed with another memory that had been sealed deeply away.
She saw herself standing in the middle of the street as she tried her best to avoid the man who had hurt her thoroughly.
She wanted to die, only to have Kendrick rush toward and pull her into his chest as they rolled to the side of the street as they did just now.
The man had even warned her, saying, “Niamh, listen to me! Even if you really want to die, you can only die by my hands!”
‘Can only die by his hands…’
“Nia? Nia!”
Niamh’s blank look had Kendrick frightened.
Only after a few calls did Niamh’s eyes spark. She was conscious and aware now.
Taking a good look at Kendrick’s gaze, she found it akin to the one from years ago.
It looked like anger when in truth he was scared, afraid, and worried.
Niamh was surprised by her revelation.
“Are you alright, Nia?” Kendrick asked softly as he helped Niamh up.
“I’m alright.” Niamh straightened her shirt. “I’d like to go back and take care of Grandfather.”
“I’ll bring you there.”
“Okay.” Niamh did not reject him.
On the way back, Niamh’s mind was plagued with Kendrick’s frantic gaze that made him look like he was furious.
The car arrived at the villa, and Kendrick’s phone rang.
He picked it up, and it seemed like he had pressing matters to attend to.
“I’m going out for a bit, Nia. Just ignore whatever my mom says.” He especially reminded.
Niamh nodded and turned to walk into the house without much of a reply.
Kendrick frowned as he watched Niamh leave, his mind reminding him of her desire to officially divorce him.
It was inevitable.
He had foolishly imagined that he still had a place in her heart when she dressed his wound.
When in truth, her heart did not have a person named Kendrick Waldburg anymore.
That was the only reason why she could be so curt and decisive.
He smiled bitterly and turned the car the other way.
Yvonne was happily fantasizing about how she would kill the old master in his sleep tonight so that he would never wake again when Niamh suddenly walked through the doors.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.