NovelEnglishChapter 599 So It Was You "And also, the late Mrs. Finch, Nancy Turner..." Hearing those names shocked everyone present.
The late Mrs. Finch, Nancy... It was as if her nwas a taboo that they refused to discuss.
And Harriette...
Yara quietly watched from the side. She had heard about Nancy, but now she was more curious about the relationship between Harriette and the Finch family, to the point that Carl had to act against her.
Rose was shocked at first. Then, a suspicion began to form in her mind. Her suspicion was soon confirmed by Carl's hysterical laughter.
"Ms. Young... I almost forgot about her. Just now, I said that Mr. Finch had never taken interest in any woman. I take back my word.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"At that time, Mr. Finch and Ms. Young were close. Perhaps, if the incident hadn't occurred, they would've been married, and Ms. Shaffer wouldn't be in the picture. Too bad..." A trace of ruthlessness flashed across Carl's eyes.
Harriette appeared cheerful and obedient. But in reality, she was arrogant and enjoyed bullying others. She bullied Lizzie and said disrespectful things to her, making her cry.
Of course, Carl wouldn't mention any of that, so he put himself in Lizzie's shoes.
"She looked down onand insulted me. That day when she wantedto pass the message to Mr. Finch to invite him to the reservoir, I didn't. The only people who went were her and of course, me. "When I pushed her into the reservoir, she was so afraid..." Silence filled the air. Carl sounded more and more deranged.
Rose had always suspected that Carl had something to do with Harriette's disappearance. But when she actually heard him describe it, she still felt a chill run down her spine.
He murdered someone just because of a few insults... That was absurd! Thinking about his words, a chill shot through Rose's palm. The large hand holding hers tightened. Rose looked up and met Jonathan's concerned gaze.
It was as if his eyes were saying, "Don't be afraid, no one can hurt you anymore!" At that moment, Rose felt a sense of reassurance in her heart.
Suddenly, a voice shouted, "What about Nancy? What did you do to her?" It was Cyrus. The moment he heard Carl mention Nancy's name, he was stunned for so long before finally coming back to his senses.
He wasn't even concerned about what Carl had done to Harriette. He only cared about Nancy.
He was so agitated that he rushed toward Carl and grabbed him off the floor. "What did you do to Nancy?" His face was twisted in anger. At that moment, Carl only felt pity for Lizzie and what she had endured all those years.
As expected, Cyrus still held Nancy in his heart. The person by his side was Lizzie, but he was stuck in the past. It's not hard to imagine how painful it had been for her all those years.
Carl wanted to protect her. He wanted to be her hero. He took a brief glimpse at Lizzie, then met Cyrus's murderous gaze without fear.
"I didn't do much. I simply kept her company while you had her locked up. I added a little something into her food, but it wasn't lethal-just enough to make her lose control of her emotions." "Mr. Cyrus, did you know? When the late Mrs. Finch was locked up, she really missed her children! "So, I helped her. I arranged for Mr.
Turner to be brought to her. It was a very sweet reunion between mother and son-it was touching. But never expected her to lose control so easily..." en As he continued to speak, Jonathan and Ezra's fists tightened. They both recalled what happened during that rainy night. Jonathan was carrying Ezra on his back while leaving Nancy's residence.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNot long after that, Nancy died there. She took her own life by cutting her wrist. Jonathan saw her lying in a pool of blood. Nobody knew that Ezra had witnessed that too. "So it was you..." Cyrus seemed drained of all his energy. He felt like his heart had been cut by a knife.
At that time, he was solely focused on fighting against her. He wanted her to give in to him, but he never realized that her life was in danger. And that night, she hurt Ezra.
She loved her children so much, so hurting Ezra must have been devastating for her.
But Cyrus thought that she wanted to leave him so badly that she was willing to hurt their child to threaten him. That night, he cursed at her.
Lunatic? Maniac? He might have said many other hurtful things as well.
The next the saw her, she cut her wrist. She lay in a pool of blood, pale, as if all of her blood had drained away...
The image flashed across Cyrus's mind, and he felt suffocated as if a hand were gripping his throat. He let go of Carl and turned around to support himself on the sofa, looking distressed.
But no one was concerned about him. Everyone merely glanced at him. Lizzie's gaze was filled with sarcasm, Jonathan's was cold, and Ezra's was filled with hatred.
But Ezra didn't let the hatred linger for too long. Cyrus wasn't worth taking revenge on.
But Carl... Ezra looked at Jonathan. "Just leave him to me."
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