Chapter 256 He Is the Killer
Upon hearing Layla's inquiries, Samuel felt sad.
The most relieving feeling was that it was all a false alarm, while the most terrifying feeling was waking up to discover that it wasn't just a nightmare.
He hesitated for a moment and said, "You are very weak now and need to rest."
"Let Owen come to see me. I want to see him now. Can you find him?" Layla tightly held Samuel's hand and pleaded, "I want to see Owen..."
Samuel closed his eyes and forced himself to cruelly say, "He is already dead."
"That's just a nightmare. Owen isn't dead, he is fine.
"Go find him quickly!" Layla pushed Samuel.
"Layla, I understand how you feel, and I also feel regretful, but Owen has already died. This fact cannot be changed. I'm sorry," Samuel said in a hoarse voice.
"You're talking nonsense. Owen isn't dead!
"Owen is still alive!
"Why are you cursing him?
"I want to go find Owen!" Layla said as she pulled out the needle on the back of her hand. Blood started flowing out.
"Layla..." Samuel was startled. He wanted to stop her, but it was too late. "Layla, don't do this...
"I know you can't accept this fact, but Owen has already died. he can't come back to life." Samuel embraced her.
"You're talking nonsense! You're lying!" Layla struggled fiercely in Samuel's arms, unable to accept his words. She pushed him away, screaming hysterically, "Let me go, Owen isn't dead!
"Samuel, you bastard, why would you curse Owen?
"Shut up!
"Owen is still alive, he's perfectly fine.
"He was only nineteen, so young. He's not dead! I won't let you say he's dead.
"He's not dead!
"Owen!" Layla's anger gradually turned into crying. Hot tears streamed down her face and dripped into her mouth.
"Owen..."
She couldn't believe that Owen was already gone. They were still talking on the phone yesterday. Owen happily told her that he had fallen in love with a girl and was planning to confess his feelings to her.
His life had just begun, and he had a bright future ahead. Life was too cruel.
No, life wasn't cruel, Samuel was!
"You killed Owen. Samuel, you're a murderer.
"If it weren't for you, Owen wouldn't be dead.
"You're a murderer. Give Owen back to me.
"Give Owen back to me." Layla used all her strength to pull and hit him.
Layla slapped Samuel hard, leaving five bloody marks on his face.
Layla shouted and cursed, kicking and hitting him, releasing her anger on him.
She punched Samuel. Samuel was bitten and scratched, covered in wounds. Even his face was injured. He didn't move, allowing her to vent her anger violently. He would rather see her freely express her emotions than keep them suppressed. Otherwise, he would worry even more.
"You're the murderer!
"You're the murderer!
"Why aren't you the one who died? Owen was innocent, he shouldn't have died.
"You should be the one dead.
"Samuel, I hate you!"
Layla hysterically vented her anger while Samuel quietly endured her hitting and cursing.
After throwing a vase, Layla picked up a fruit knife crazily.
Samuel was startled. "Put the knife down!"
He was afraid she would harm herself.
"I'm going to kill you, avenge Owen." Layla held the knife handle as if she could stab it into his heart at any moment.
"As long as you can unleash your anger, you can do anything to me, but please don't hurt yourself, Layla..."
Tears streamed down her cheeks. "You think I don't dare?"
The knife stabbed at the location of his heart.
Samuel didn't move. He even wished she would stab him, so he wouldn't have to feel guilty anymore.
If his death could bring Owen back to life, he wouldn't hesitate. He just didn't want Layla to be so heartbroken.
The knife tore through his shirt as Layla gripped the handle tightly, her hand trembling. It seemed like a voice kept urging her to stab him, to kill Samuel and avenge Owen...
If it weren't for Samuel getting married, Layla wouldn't have been so miserable. If she weren't so miserable, she wouldn't have gone drinking. If she hadn’t drunk, she wouldn't have run out into the street, and Owen wouldn't have been hit by a car trying to save her. It was all because of Samuel, and he must take responsibility for Owen's death.
Layla felt that she should kill Samuel.
But she couldn't do it.
She picked up a knife and slid it toward her wrist.
"Layla," Samuel exclaimed, grabbing the blade. The sharp knife cut through his palm, blood flowing out. Samuel snatched the knife and threw it away. "You can do anything to me, but don't harm yourself. Please..."
"Owen..." Layla sat on the ground, crying out in pain...
Three days later, Layla was on a drip.
Her face was even paler than before, and she seemed to have become spiritless as if she could disappear at any moment.
The doctor sighed. "Miss Adkins isn't eating or drinking. It's not possible for her to rely on the drip all the time. Moreover, she frequently loses control of her emotions, and sedatives should not be used on pregnant women, as it would affect the fetus."
Samuel anxiously looked at Layla in the hospital room. He suddenly realized something, looking at the doctor in disbelief. "What did you say? Pregnant?"
"Yes, Miss Adkins has been pregnant for over a month. You didn't know?"
Samuel didn't say anything.
He thought she had terminated their child.
Their baby was still in Layla's belly.
The surprise momentarily made him forget about his troubles.
That was the only glimmer of light in the darkness.
These past few days, Layla woke up crying every night. She wanted to commit suicide, to hurt herself. Samuel's heart was breaking.
He thought that after finding his mother and dealing with the Holland family, they could be together again without any more hardships. He didn't expect Owen's sudden accident. Samuel had investigated, and Owen died trying to save Layla. Samuel couldn't fathom how much this would affect her.
Samuel dared not even imagine if he and Layla could still be together.
Owen's death was his fault. Layla would never forgive Samuel, nor marry him.
Thinking about all this, Samuel was on the verge of being crushed by the weight of these heavy pressures.
But he didn't have time to consider all that. He knew that the most important thing now was to be by her side, to alleviate her pain.
"Miss Adkins' condition is worsening day by day. Relying on the drip alone won't solve the problem. If it continues like this..." the doctor hesitated for a few seconds. "She's at risk of a miscarriage."
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