Chapter 78 The Murderer
"What kinda scheme you cookin' up now?" Emma asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"You probably don't know, but Sophia's got some serious hypertension. If you spill the beans, she might just keel over from the shock. That'd be real convenient for me. And don't forget to tell 'em you ain't got more than three months left. A mom finally finds her daughter only to watch her suffer—how's she gonna handle that?"
Sophia had hypertension? Emma couldn't wrap her head around the scene Anna was painting. If Sophia found out the truth, would she be able to forgive herself and handle the shock?
Emma's blank stare made Anna's day. She loved using threats to crush Emma's last bit of hope.
"If you wanna tell George, go ahead." Anna toyed with the necklace around her neck, a piece George had snagged for her at an auction for a cool $70 million, just to see her smile.
Emma only found out after she got out of prison. By then, she wasn't heartbroken anymore, just empty. George had never given her anything but had no problem dropping a fortune to make Anna, his side chick, happy.
For Anna, George had hurt her over and over, never believing a word Emma said.
Emma knew all too well that even if she spilled everything to George, he'd never buy that Anna was up to no good. He'd just think Emma was trying to frame Anna out of jealousy.
"Got it yet? If you can't figure out where you stand with George, I can help. Think about Douglas's ashes and Mia; you wouldn't want them to get hurt too, right?"
Anna laughed loudly and strolled towards her car, ready to bounce. But then she spotted a shadowy figure in the woods.
What was she doing here?
"You guys can scram now; the money's in your accounts." Anna waved off the thugs. Following Anna's gaze, Isolde saw another woman, all dressed up. Looked like another scandal waiting to blow up.
Emma lay in the mud, watching the black-tinted car speed off without a second thought. She knew if they hadn't held back, she'd be dead without ever seeing that ID report.
Emma's breathing got weaker, and her vision blurred. She thought she saw Molly squaring off with Anna.
A flicker of hope sparked in her heart. If Molly found out the truth, would she tell Sophia and Henry?
With that thought, Emma imagined Sophia and Henry opening their arms, hugging her tight. Her eyelids grew heavy until she finally blacked out.
"Anna!" Molly's voice boomed like thunder, hitting Anna right in the gut.
Anna's heart skipped a beat when she heard the voice. Molly must've overheard her chat with Emma, realizing Emma was the real daughter of the Stuart Family.
But Anna kept a smile plastered on her face. "Molly, what brings you here?"
"I heard everything! You're not my mom's daughter! I treated you like a friend, and you wanted to steal my spot!" Molly's voice was dripping with anger, her eyes blazing with disdain.
Anna felt a wave of panic. She couldn't let Molly spill the beans.
Her mind raced, but she kept her face cool and collected. "You misheard. Emma's a liar; you can't trust her."
"Cut the crap!" Molly sneered, her eyes full of contempt. "We can do another DNA test to get the truth! And I feel much safer being with Emma than with a malicious woman like you." With that, Molly whipped out her phone to call Sophia.
A surge of anger and fear welled up in Anna. If Molly spilled the truth, her life would go up in flames.
"What do you want?" Anna's voice was low, her eyes flashing with malice.
"I want you to leave the Stuart Family and never show your face to my mom again!" Molly said coldly, her eyes full of disdain.
Despair surged through Anna's heart; there was no way she could give up being a Stuart!
In that instant, she was filled with rage. Her hand reached behind her, gripping the knife hidden there, making a silent decision.
"Fine, I'll do as you say, as long as you keep this quiet." Anna began to act all obedient, subtly moving closer to Molly. When they were less than three feet apart, Anna showed her true colors.
"Did you really think I'd listen to you?" Anna sneered, her eyes flashing with madness.
Molly's expression changed. She tried to back away, but it was too late. Anna lunged forward, the knife gleaming as it plunged into Molly's heart.
"You're nuts!" Molly's eyes widened in terror, trying to struggle. The knife sank deep, blood gushing out, staining Anna's hands.
Molly's body crumpled, her eyes filled with disbelief, her lips trembling but unable to make a sound. Anna's heart was a storm of elation and fear, knowing there was no turning back.
"Sorry, Molly..." she whispered, her heart filled with despair and madness. She quickly yanked out the knife, blood splattering, her heart pounding with fear. She had to cover this up.
Anna's gaze swept over Molly's body, a wave of nausea hitting her. Her hands trembled as she placed the knife in Emma's hand, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction. "This way, all the blame will fall on her."
"Emma, you are truly unfortunate." She smirked, feeling pleased with herself.
After erasing her traces, Anna drove away, leaving behind Emma, who was unconscious with a blood-stained knife in her hand. Molly, covered in blood, innocently dead.
Molly and Emma were slowly covered by the falling snow. The white snow not only hid their bodies but also concealed Anna's crime.
After an unknown period of time, the sound of sirens woke Emma from her unconscious state. She was taken away by the police once again.
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