Chapter 242 Relying Solely on Wit
Everyone's got their own demons, and for Richard, Wendy was the one that haunted him the most.
Aurora slowly raised her hand, her eyes locked on Richard, and pointed at him. "Richard, you tore me and Alexander apart, made him misunderstand me forever, left me with lifelong regret, and I died hating you. I'm so lonely. Come keep me company."
"Wendy, I messed up, I'm sorry." Richard's face went pale with fear. "I didn't mean it. I did it for your own good. You can't be with Alexander. I'm better than him in every way. You should be with me."
Aurora shivered again and then collapsed onto the bed.
"Wendy." Richard was freaking out.
Aurora slowly opened her eyes, looking confused. "What just happened? My head hurts. Why did you call me Wendy? I'm Aurora, not my mom. Are you out of mind?"
Aurora reacted strongly, backing away quickly.
Richard was dumbfounded, unable to tell if the person in front of him was Wendy or Aurora.
They looked so much alike, and Aurora had just spoken in Wendy's tone, making him half-believe it.
Maybe there really were ghosts and spirits in this world.
"Rest up. I'm next door. Call me if you need anything." Richard said, trying to regain his cold demeanor.
Aurora asked, "Aren't you afraid I'll run away?"
Richard snorted, "This is the third floor. Run if you dare."
After Richard left, Aurora smiled triumphantly. It turned out Wendy was Richard's weakness.
Everything just now was her pretending to scare Richard.
No one else would believe it, but Richard definitely would, given his guilty conscience.
Aurora glanced out the window. It was already dark. She wondered if John could find her.
That night, Aurora didn't dare to sleep. She leaned against the headboard, staying on guard against Richard.
The next day.
At dawn, Richard walked in with a plate of pasta.
Behind him was another person, Christopher.
Aurora was surprised, wondering what the real relationship between Richard and Christopher was.
"Eat." Richard said and put down the pasta.
"Not hungry." Aurora replied.
She was indeed hungry, but she didn't dare to eat anything Richard brought. Wendy had been tricked into drinking abortion pills back then. Who knew if history would repeat itself?
Richard sneered, "Afraid I poisoned it?"
Christopher said, "Aurora, don't be ungrateful. Richard bought this himself. Eat it quickly."
Aurora gave a satirical smile. "You seem to really enjoy being a suck-up."
"I dare you to say that one more time. Do you really think you're still the Aurora who led the Wolfpack? Now you're just..."
Before Christopher could finish, Richard slapped him so hard he spun around, stunned.
Christopher held his face in confusion. "Richard, why did you hit me? I was teaching Aurora a lesson for you."
Richard said coldly, "No need. Get out and divert John's people to Lumoria."
"Got it." Christopher replied and left reluctantly.
Hearing their words, Aurora's heart skipped a beat. She felt doomed. Now she could only hope John wouldn't fall for it.
Richard, looking fierce, said, "Eat the pasta. Then I'll take you to the cemetery to see your mom."
"I'm not hungry." Aurora said.
Richard said indifferently, "Fine, then we'll go to the cemetery now."
"Mr. Lee, do you even have the right to visit my mom's grave?"
Aurora's words reminded Richard of Wendy's death, and he became agitated. "I didn't kill your mom. It was her own choice. She chose Alexander, she ran away, and married that loser Dean."
Aurora sneered, "You're the culprit behind my mom's tragedy."
She thought of those letters Wendy had left behind and felt deep resentment towards Richard. She had never hated anyone so much.
"I have given her a choice." Richard lifted Aurora up and said, "Aurora, I really love you. After we visit your mom's grave, I'll take you to a place, a paradise just for the two of us."
Aurora felt pretty grossed out and turned her head away. "You're a real creep."
This time, no matter how much Aurora tried to provoke Richard, he stayed quiet.
Downstairs, there was a modified van with fake plates.
Richard untied the rope around Aurora's legs but kept her hands tied, covering them with clothes so no one could see.
Aurora had no chance to escape. Even when she saw the motel owner, a kind woman, she didn't dare to call for help because Richard had a knife pressed against her back.
As they left, the motel owner said warmly. "Come back anytime."
Aurora smiled at the owner. "Your necklace is really pretty."
"My husband just bought it for me." The owner beamed, her impression of Aurora deepening.
"Let's go." Richard, worried Aurora might cause trouble, reminded her. "Don't try anything."
Aurora was quick-witted and full of tricks, so Richard had to be careful.
Aurora deliberately spoke loudly, "It's too early to visit my mom's grave."
Richard paused for a moment, not understanding what she was doing.
"I'll come back to your place next time." Aurora smiled at the owner and added, "By the way, the room was quite messy last night. Sorry for the trouble."
"No problem." The owner was very friendly.
Richard then dragged Aurora into the van. Aurora sneered, "I just said a few words to the owner. Why are you so nervous? Are you scared?"
"Get in the car." Richard didn't answer her and just pushed her in.
The owner peeked out and saw this rough action. She thought to herself, 'What kind of guy is this? He's so rude!'
After the van drove off, the owner went upstairs to clean.
The motel was a small business in a remote area. To save costs, the owner always did the cleaning herself. Because Aurora had specifically thanked her, the owner paid extra attention when cleaning Aurora's room.
Aurora mentioned that the room was messy, but it was actually quite tidy. Other than some uneaten instant noodles and pasta on the table, there wasn't much to clean.
The bed sheet had a few wrinkles. The owner pulled it off to wash and suddenly noticed some obvious scratches on the headboard.
"What is this pattern?" The owner muttered, leaning in to look.
The pattern on the headboard seemed to be SOS, a distress signal.
The owner's heart skipped a beat while recalling Aurora's words and the scene of her being roughly pushed into the van.
Could Aurora have been kidnapped by traffickers?
The distress signal on the headboard was something Aurora had spent all night carving.
With her hands tied, she had moved around the room, barely finding a pin, and slowly, continuously carved on the headboard.
The owner hurried downstairs and said to her husband, "Call the police, honey. The girl on the third floor was kidnapped by traffickers."
After they called the police, the news quickly reached John's ears.
After a night of searching, there was finally a lead.
To find Aurora, John didn't miss any information and had asked the police to ensure that no missing person cases were overlooked.
John rushed to the motel and showed the owner a photo, asking, "Is this the girl who was kidnapped?"
Aurora was beautiful and memorable. Plus, she had deliberately chatted with the owner, leaving the owner a deeper impression.
The owner looked at the photo and nodded. "Yes, it's her. She was with a man, and he was very rude. He didn't seem like a good person. I found a distress signal in the room and immediately called the police."
John breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Do you know where they went? Which direction?"
The owner thought for a moment and remembered what Aurora had said. She replied, "Oh, they seemed to be going to the cemetery. I heard the girl say they were going to visit her mom's grave."
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