Chapter 412 Turnabout is Fair Play
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Patricia set her mug on the coffee table and rose slowly, her gaze fixed unblinkingly on Shane.
"Mr. Shane, if the tables were turned today, and the truth was just like Grace said, what would you have done? Would you have forgiven me? Or would a simple 'sorry' bury the hatchet?"
Shane found himself at a loss for words. Indeed, if roles were reversed, he'd never forgive Patricia.
Indeed.
If roles were reversed, he'd never forgive Patricia.
Not in a lifetime.
Though Grace couldn't quite swallow her pride, she pleaded with sincere humility, "I'll do anything if you can forgive me,." Grace said.
Patricia shook her head with a self-deprecating chuckle.
"Actually, it's not necessary. You and I, we'We're strangers. Forgiving you or not, it doesn't, so my forgiveness isn't worth anything change anything. I just wanted the truth—a truth that vindicates me.to vindicate myself. Now that it's the truth has come to light, and everyone knows I was framed, that's enough for meI'm satisfied."
After finishing her statement, something else seemed to come to mind, and she She added, "I guess suppose I've overstayed my welcome;. iIt's really time for me to go. Thanks for taking care of me and having me hereduring all this. My bags are all packed, so; I'll be leaving now."
With thoseThose words, the complexions of changed Shane, Riley, Jeremy, Shane, and Ariel all changed.
Ariel's complexions. Shane, in particular, felt a lump in his throat and, a pang that made it hard to breathe.
This was the reaction Patricia was aiminged for. She stood up and walked away without looking back.
She stood up and walked away without looking back.
An eerie silence fell over the entrance hall.
Everyone had a different look expression on their faces.
Relief, regret, guilt, reluctance.
Patricia's exit had unmistakably declared her unforgiveness towards Grace and was a slap into all their face sto everyone.
Shane, who had was almost on the verge of forgiven forgiving Grace in his heart, suddenly wore a darker expression. He glanced at Grace with complicated eyes, then, leaning on his cane, made his way upstairs.
He glanced at Grace with complicated eyes, said nothing, and, leaning on his cane, he made his way upstairs.
It seemed to dawn on Jeremy , who grabbed Riley's hand, "Riley, did. "Is Patricia really leaveing? There's still a killer out there after her!. If she just walks out like that, isn't her lifeshe in danger?"
Ariel expressed her disappointment, "Patricia is so talented in jewelry design. ," Ariel said. "With this Diamond of the Century, I thought she'd make a name for herself—not just dazzle the world with her design, but also emerge as a standout. It's such a waste for her to leave like that."
Jeremy nodded vigorously in agreement.. "Yeah. I've learned so much from her advice. She has unique ideas and is incredible in the jewelry design field. It would be such a shame for her to give that up."
"Yeah! I've learned so much from her classes. She really has unique ideas and she's incredible in the field of jewelry design. It would be such a shame for her to give that up."
Riley remained silent, casting a deep looklooking intensely at Grace before turning and heading upstairs.
Though As for Ariel, didn't utter a word of blame, her gaze was more unsettling than any reprimand could be.
Watching Shane and Riley leave, the rest slowly dispersed. Even Jeremy, who had been the closest to Grace, shook his head in disbelief before walking away.
Even Jeremy, who had always been closest to Grace, didn't say another word to her. He just shook his head in disbelief before walking away.
Grace was so furious that she trembled all over. Her nails dug so fiercely into her palms that they bled.
Her nails dug so fiercely into her palms that they bled.
Patricia didn't hesitate for a moment; she quickly packed her bags and moved out of the Koch family home.
Despite Jeremy and Ariel's desperate attempts to make her stay, she Patricia quickly grabbed her bags and left with resolve.
Unable to persuade her,the Koch family's estate, accepting Jeremy's offer insisted on drivingto drive her to her hotel.
Upstairs on the first-floor balcony of the study, Riley watched her departure, his eyes dark and inscrutable, lost in thought.
Shane's voice, laden with self-reproach, echoed from the study.
"It's all my fault," Shane said, his voice echoing from the study.. "If it weren't for me, Grace wouldn't have ended up in the orphanage at such a young age, and if I had guided her better, she wouldn't have turned out this way."
". I'm the fool here, blaming Patricia unnecessarilyunjustly, causing her to stubbornly decide to goleave."
". She's so talented, so gifted, there were times; sometimes, I would even saw see a glimpse of your aunt in her. It's my fault that she's gone, and tThe Koch Group has lost a real talentgem because of me."
Riley listened in silence, not responding to the old man,. hHis gaze was fixed in the direction Patricia had left, pensive.
In the evening.
, Grace lay in the bathtub, her head resting against the rim, her face upturned with her eyes closed, a look of pure contentment on her face.
Patricia was finally gone.
Even if though she she hadn't beenwasn't able to get rid of her her for good, at least she she'd managed to drive her Patricia out of their lives.
Though Hher family was still dwelling on the incident, not talking to her for a whole day, but she believed they willwould come around. After all, she was Shane's granddaughter.
With that in mind, astheir family. As long as she apologized sincerely, showed acted submissiveion, and played the victim, they couldn't truly bear to hold it against her, not for long.
Grace drifted off to sleep with these thoughts, unaware of her surroundings.
Just then, aA shadow approached quietly and came to the tub's edge of the tub. The figure crouched, shot her a cold glance, and without hesitating, pushed her head under the water.
"Gurgle... gurgle... gurgle..."
Without warning, Grace felt felt herself no warning, not even a gasp escaped her lips before she was plunged underwater, the liquid violently coursing through her ears, nose, and mouth, invading her body with each desperate inhale. She struggled with all her might, but it was futile.
"Help... blub... Save... blub... Help me..."
She struggled fiercely.
But escape was futile.
A layer of white foam floated on the surface, and. Grace tried to open her eyes to see her assailant, but the sting of shampoo and perfume burned her eyes, forcing her to squeeze them shut instinctively.
"Who are... glub... who... are you? Blub..., what do you... want? Blub..., let me go,"!" she pleaded.
But wWith every attempt to speak, water relentlessly forced its way into her mouth relentlessly.
. She swallowed several mouthfuls more.
Still, still tainted with perfume and shampoo.
She choked, triggering a reflexive cough, which only allowedallowing more water to pour in.
A shroud of mortal fear enveloped her; her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Her neatly manicured nails, clawing for a grip, peeled back against the tub's edge, tearing the skin and drawing blood that mixed excruciatingly with the bathwater.
Martin watched her coldly, his grip unyielding, pushing her down each time her head nearly broke the surface.
He sawSeeing her pain and, the fear in her eyes turning red, a, a dark malevolence furrowed between herhis brows, like a demon risen from hell to claim a soul.
Without oxygen, There was no oxygen in the water.
Gradually, she began to suffocate.
Her struggles weakened, and the her frantic hands hands that had been frantically beating the water's surface finally floated limply above limply.
When After she lost consciousness, Martin finally released her, twisting her limp body out of the bathtub. Grace lay ghastly pale, her eyes rolled back.
Martin felt no remorse. After cChecking that she was still breathing and not dead, he casually propped her against the edge of the tub and left without looking backanother look.
Back in his room, Martin undressed from his wet clothes and showered as if nothing had happened.
Yet, though his expression was chillingly cold.
An eye for an eye.
This; this was the debt she owed Patricia.
He didn't hadn't killed her, knowingsimply because she was still useful to him, in regards to keeping his hold on the Koch family and for investigating Hunter.
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