Chapter 25
Kristina stood up casually, walking to the edge of the wall and running her hand along its surface. As she found a recessed spor, she pressed down firmly, and the wall began to rumble and move.
Without hesitation, she stumbled out, her face a mix of panic and fear as she shouted frantically, “Help! Someone’s trying to kill me.
Trenton spotted her and raced over. The moment he saw her, his face fell. He grabbed her arm immediately. “What happened?”
“Someone help? Kristina continued. Her desperate, piercing cries jolted Belinda awake upstairs.
In her nightgown, Belinda came downstairs to find Kristina trembling in Trenton’s arms. “What’s happening here?”
“Someone is trying to kill me. She’s inside,” Kristina whispered.
“What?” Belinda’s expression shifted dramatically as she called for the security and staff, determined to uncover who dared to harm Kristina in their home.
Belinda directed the butler to lead a group into the secret room to search. Meanwhile, Trenton carefully placed Kristina down on the steps and, just like she had done for him earlier, ripped a strip from his nightshin to dress her wounds.
His face was dark and stormy, but his eyes were filled with deep concern and tenderness. When his fingers touched Kristina’s neck, he was incredibly gentle, almost afraid he might hurt her.
The exit of the secret room was at the base of the staircase, and soon the butter emerged with a group of people. However, instead of finding a ruthless killer, they brought out a sobbing Elaine.
Belinda was surprised. “Elaine? Aren’t you studying abroad? When did you return!”
“Grandma, I just got home tonight.” Elaine sniffled, looking particularly upset. “I came back right after my courses finished over there. It was too late, and I didn’t want to wake you, so I didn’t call.”
Belinda scowled, her patience wearing thin. She didn’t care that Elaine hadn’t called–all that mattered was the suspect still hiding in the secret room. She pointed at the entrance and demanded, “Where’s the killer? Did she escape”
It was clear she didn’t consider Elaine the suspect. Elaine’s clothes were stained with dripping blood, and her tearful, pitiful demeanor portrayed
her as a victim.
The butler promptly responded, “The secret room has been thoroughly searched. There’s no one else in there, just Ms. Elaine McClain.”
Kristina clutched the fabric wrapped around her neck and pointed an accusing finger at Elaine. “It’s her. She’s the one who tried to kill me?
Everyone froze, but Trenton’s reaction was explosive. His face twisted with rage, transforming from grim to downright murderous. He lunged at Elaine like a wild animal, ready to tear her apart. “How dare you touch her?‘ he snarled.
“Trenton, don’t be impulsive” Kristina quickly hugged him from behind, trying to restrain him.
Elaine staggered back, startled, but her expression remained defiant. She glared at Kristina and retorted, “You’re lying. I didn’t try to kill you that wound on your neck is self–inflicted.”
With a look of indignation, Kristina replied, “Why would I harm myself? You’re completely contradicting yoursell
“You did it to frame me. And you almost got me killed,” Elaine spat, her eyes blazing with pure hatred. She looked like she wanted to rip shreds. But when she caught Trenton’s ice–cold stare, she froze, a wave of terror washing over her.
Kristina to
Kristina bit her lip, her eyes welling up with tears she was fighting to hold back. She looked fragile and terrified, her small hand trembling slightly in Trenton’s strong grip.
“That’s not true. You’re the one who trapped me in that secret room, trying to get rid of me. You said no one would ever find my body, Kristina said, her voice shaking.
“And here’s the proof, she declared, opening her palm to reveal a blood–stained silver earring. “This is what Elaine used to attack me.”
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