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Facade of Love

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Chapter 171 Inch’s Appearance

Moore was covered in blood but remained eerily calm as she crouched down. She then

calmly placed the blood–stained knife in my hand and made me stab the knife into Noah’s

back again.

I wanted to speak, but the strong effects of the drug rendered me voiceless. She looked at

me with satisfaction and said, “Yvette, you should thank me. I didn’t let this beast violate

you and kill you. It’s the least I can do for our sisterly bond. But remember, murder carries

a life sentence. You’ll spend the rest of your life in prison, watching me and Iddy have

children and grow old together. Thanks for helping me get rid of Madam Young, clearing all

obstacles for me and Iddy.”

After speaking, she calmly removed her gloves and tenderly touched her bulging belly,

murmuring to herself, “My baby, your father must be lonely on the road to the underworld.

Let me send you to accompany him, okay?”

I watched her forcefully slam her stomach against the corner of a wooden table. She

twisted in pain on the floor, blood starting to pour out and form a pool around her.

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As she lay dying, she gave me a sinister smile and then made a phone call. In a weak

voice, she said, “Iddy, save… save us. Yvette and I are in the abandoned factory on

Southern City Road… Noah… he violated Yvette…”

After she said this, the phone slowly sl*pped from her hand. Regardless of what the person

on the other end called out, she could not say another word in return.

I watched in horror as she orchestrated everything. I felt as if my brain and nerves were

frozen for a moment. It was suffocating. Moore first pretended to give Noah advice, then

killed him when he was distracted, framing me for the crime. Even her unborn child was

part of her little

act.

She was far more malicious than I had imagined.

I could not move, and my consciousness was fading. I knew what I would have to face

when I woke up next.

I wanted to push the corpse off me and escape this nightmare, but I could not muster the

strength.

As I struggled to keep my eyes open against the drug’s effects, I thought I saw someone

oddly familiar appear before me.

“Yvette!” a somewhat youthful male voice called out.

I recognized that voice. It was familiar. It was… Inch.

my head.

Before losing consciousness completely, the name inexplicably popped into

When I woke up again, my mind felt empty, and it took a while for me to gather my

senses. I looked around frantically at the unfamiliar surroundings. I was no longer in the

abandoned factory. Noah’s bloodied b*dy was not on me, and Moore, who had been beside

me earlier in a pool of blood, was not around either.

The place was immaculate, and everything around was extravagantly luxurious. There was

a beautifully crafted dressing table, porcelain, incense accessories, crystal chandeliers,

and exquisite silk bedding.

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However, this was not the Scotts‘ place, the Youngs‘, or Clearwater Residence. The

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unfamiliar yet realistic scenery left me unsure of where I was.

The bedroom door opened, and I looked up to see a middle–aged doctor in a white coat

coming in. Seeing that I was awake, he smiled kindly at me and asked, “Are you awake?

Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”

I shook my head and asked him, “Where am… I?” My throat was sore, and it took some

effort to speak.

The doctor approached, checked my temperature, and examined my pupils. He did not

answer my question but said, “The drug has worn off, and your fever has gone down. You

should recover well with some rest.”

Before I could ask more, another person entered the room. I turned to see a familiar face,

which surprised me. “Inch?”

I realized the voice I heard before losing consciousness was not a hallucination.

Inch came to my bedside and exchanged a look with the doctor, who then left the room.

With his youthful and attractive smile, he said, “I thought you had forgotten me. I’m glad

you remember me.‘

Confused and bewildered, I asked him, “Did you save me from the factory? Where are we?

How did you get to that abandoned factory? How long have I been unconscious for?”