Chapter 263 Compulsion
Elizabeth racked her brain, trying to remember the voices she heard on the phone. She furrowed her brow, deep in thought.
Those voices were so familiar. She knew she'd heard them before.
Who in the Thomas mansion did she know well?
Suddenly, Elizabeth's eyes widened.
Anthony! That male voice was Anthony!
She jumped up. Yes, it was definitely him.
He had shouted something back then. Most of her focus was on Mary's voice, so she hadn't caught what Anthony said.
But now she remembered. Anthony had yelled, "Calla, what are you doing?"
So, that female voice was Calla!
Calla and Anthony? Why were they together? Did Mary catch them doing something shady?
So, did the two of them conspire to kill Mary?
It seemed very likely.
Elizabeth glanced around the room she was trapped in. The door was locked, the windows wouldn't open, and there was no signal.
But fortunately, there was a shower and a bathroom.
The room had all the essentials.
Since she couldn't leave for now, Elizabeth decided to stay calm.
She closed the curtains, lay on the bed, pulled the blanket over herself, and decided to get some sleep. Who knew if Michael would come back and torture her, not letting her rest? Better sleep while she could.
At the hospital, Michael got Mary's autopsy report. It said she died from a head injury.
Michael's eyes were red as he clutched the report. He told the driver, "Back to the manor."
He needed to find Elizabeth and get answers.
Michael stormed into the room where Elizabeth was held.
The room was dark, with heavy curtains blocking the light, so he turned on the light.
The sudden brightness made Elizabeth squint. She shielded her eyes with her hand and peered at Michael.
She thought, 'When did Michael get here? Why is he still so angry? Mary just died; shouldn't he be handling her funeral? How does he have time to come here and question me?'
Michael strode to the bed and yanked the blanket off her, shouting, "Elizabeth!"
She quickly covered her ears, wondering why he had to yell when she was right in front of him. She wasn't deaf!
Elizabeth glared at him and said, "I'm not deaf! Why are you shouting?"
Michael looked at her in disbelief. "Elizabeth, my mom just died because of you, and you're here sleeping like nothing happened?"
Elizabeth pulled the blanket back over herself and looked away. "I'm not the killer. Why would I lose sleep? I haven't done anything wrong."
Michael grabbed her shoulders, turned her to face him, and forced her to look at him. "You know who the killer is?" he demanded.
Elizabeth finally looked at him closely. His eyes were bloodshot, with red veins streaking across them. He looked like a demon ready to devour.
She gently brushed his hand away and replied, "I'm not sure if that person is the killer. But I'm certain Mary's death is related to Calla and Anthony. You can ask them."
Michael sneered, "Elizabeth, you really know how to clear your name. Anthony is my mom's grandson; he wouldn't be dumb enough to kill his own protector in the Thomas family. And Calla? She moved out of the old mansion ages ago. Why would she show up early in the morning to kill my mom? My mom always liked her; she had no reason to do it."
Elizabeth lifted her head and locked eyes with him, unafraid. "So, why don't you dare to ask them? I work far away at the Jones Group, and you can pin this on me, but you won't even suspect those two?"
Michael tried to control his anger. "Don't push my patience. I'm asking you one last time. What did my mom say to you in her final phone call before she died?"
Elizabeth replied, "Does it matter what she said? Shouldn't you be investigating the truth behind her death right now?"
Michael pushed her onto the bed and shouted, "Elizabeth! You not only killed my child but also my mother! Tell me! How are you going to make up for that?"
Elizabeth was speechless. She frowned at Michael and said, "I've told you, you should be investigating the truth! Not making things difficult for me! I'm being framed!"
Michael asked, "And my mother's death? Was that staged too? Did she sacrifice her life to frame you, Elizabeth? Do you honestly think I would believe that?"
Elizabeth felt trapped in a vicious cycle, ensnared by Michael's twisted logic. For a moment, she opened her mouth but couldn't find the words to speak.
Michael had already kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, pressing down on her.
Seeing this, Elizabeth was shocked. She couldn't believe it. Michael had just lost his mother, and he still had the mind to do this to her. Was he a sex maniac?
She tried to push him away and said, "Michael, get off me. What are you doing?"
But Michael was already undressing her and said, "As you can see, I am in pain. And yet, in the face of my suffering, you act as if you don't see it."
Hearing this, Elizabeth held his hand to stop him. "I see it, Michael! I understand you're in pain! I understand!"
She could see that Michael was on the brink of madness due to his anguish, so she didn't want to provoke him.
But he couldn't listen to any of this anymore. "I don't see it! You simply don't understand! Otherwise, why won't you answer my question? I just want to know what my mom said to you. Is that so hard for you? You'd rather see me in agonizing pain than tell me, is that it?" he retorted.
He continued to accuse her, but his hands didn't stop moving.
Elizabeth's top was already forcibly torn open by him. She realized he was on the brink of insanity. She was scared. At this moment, Michael's emotions were completely out of control.
She whimpered, "Please, Michael, don't do this," as tears streamed down her face and she shook her head at him.
She knew that if he intended to coerce her into sex, she had no ability to resist. The power gap between them was too significant.
Michael said, "You pushed me to this! You killed my child, and you killed my mother. You won't tell me the answer. You make me suffer. But why do you act like none of this is your concern? No, it's not acceptable! I will make you suffer too! I want you to experience the pain I'm going through right now!"
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