Chapter 1074 Double Dose
"Do you know what I found on her clothes? She was scared you'd get blamed, so before she died, she used her own blood to write 'suicide' on her clothes. She didn't finish the last letter before she passed."
Isla's eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact thatLucy had left such a message before dying.
"No way, you're lying! You're making this up!" Isla's emotions surged.
Abella pulled out her phone and showed Isla a picture of the word written in blood on Lucy's clothes. "You recognize her clothes and handwriting, don't you?"
Isla felt like she'd been struck by lightning, collapsing to the ground in shock.
"You stabbed her once. The weapon was found near the river by your house. It matches her wound. You used your family's fruit knife."
Isla stared at Abella in shock, unable to believe how much she knew.
"That stab wasn't fatal. She died from suffocation. I guess you saw her bleeding and were too scared to take her to the hospital, afraid they'd ask questions. You were also afraid she'd survive and stop you from getting revenge, or even call the cops. So, while she was injured, you dug a hole in your backyard and buried her."
Isla shook her head frantically. "No, it's not like that."
Abella could tell from Isla's expression that she was right. "Before you buried her alive, she must have begged you not to do something so foolish. But you were blinded by anger and fear. In her final moments, she knew she was going to die, so she wrote 'suicide' on her clothes to protect you."
Even in her dire state, Lucy hadn't used her last moments to call for help. Maybe she was in too much pain, or maybe she wanted to protect Isla, or perhaps she hoped to awaken Isla's conscience.
Whatever the reason, she cared about her daughter.
"No, no..." Isla sobbed, breaking down. "She overheard me on the phone, planning my revenge. She kept telling me not to do it, but I wouldn't listen. She even threatened to call the cops. She never understood my pain!"
Tears streamed down Isla's face as she cried out, "My real parents died, and I went from being the richest girl in Economic City to a nobody. My life fell apart, but she couldn't understand! She wanted me to forget everything and pretend it never happened!"
Isla was filled with anger, resentment, and sorrow. "Her fake kindness killed her! She was weak and cowardly. Why should I be like her?"
Abella watched Isla's heart-wrenching breakdown and asked calmly, "So you killed her?"
"If she hadn't threatened to call the cops, I wouldn't have picked up that knife! I just wanted to scare her, but she said if I was going to get revenge, I should kill her first. She thought I wouldn't do it..." Isla was sobbing uncontrollably.
"So you buried her?" Abella's voice remained steady. "She was still alive when you buried her."
Isla cried for a while before speaking. "I didn't want to bury her, but she was already half-buried and still telling me not to do something stupid. As long as she was alive, she wouldn't let me make a mistake."
"So you hardened your heart?" Abella understood the situation now.
Seeing Isla's emotional collapse, Abella didn't press further. She knew she wouldn't get more answers now.
Abella opened the door to the interrogation room and left, leaving Isla alone in her sorrow.
The officers were surprised. Isla had forced Abella to drink poison, nearly killing her, yet Abella hadn't even slapped her.
Abella wasn't one to seek immediate revenge. She knew that once she left, others would take care of Isla.
Isla's suffering was just beginning.
Soon, Isla was taken to a small, dark room.
Phillipe and his men were already there.
Isla, looking like a discarded puppy, raised her tear-filled eyes to see the man she once wanted to marry. Her heart ached with a mix of emotions.
Two men held her down while a third forced a bottle of liquid into her mouth.
Despite her struggles, the liquid was forced down her throat.
"You made Abella drink this. As her fiancé, it's only fair I return the favor," Phillipe said coldly. "Your dose is double."
Isla immediately spat out blood.
Her insides felt like they were being torn apart. The pain was unbearable, and it hit her quickly.
Phillipe watched her struggle and beg, his face emotionless.
Before Isla could reach his feet, one of his men kicked her away. No matter how many times she tried, she was kicked back.
"Please, give me the antidote," Isla begged, knowing there had to be one since Abella had survived.
Phillipe nodded, and a man brought out a small, clear bottle.
"If you want it, kneel and bow fifty times," Phillipe said coldly.
Isla knew this was for Abella. She hated Abella, but she needed the antidote, so she bowed fifty times.
Her forehead bled, and she looked disheveled and ghostly from the poison's effects.
The antidote was thrown in front of her. She scrambled to open it, but her shaking hands dropped it. She crawled to retrieve it, finally opening it and swallowing the contents, feeling a bit of relief.
"This is just the beginning," Phillipe said, signaling his men to force more poison into Isla's mouth.
Isla realized Phillipe didn't intend to kill her. He wanted to torture her repeatedly, making her experience the same pain Abella had endured.
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