Chapter 295 Come and Avenge Her
William was like a thief who couldn't show his face in public.
He really went to the hillside. He got out of the car at a distance, but couldn't bring himself to take another step forward.
He saw the new green shoots growing on the slope, glowing emerald in the sunlight, full of life.
He stood there watching from afar as Donny, wearing a straw hat and clothes stained with dirt,
limped along with a bucket of water, watering each hole one by one.
William's twitching left hand was pressed down hard by his right.
He couldn't say a single word.
Looking at Donny standing in the sunlight, he no longer worried that Donny would be dragged into anything.
He had already decided how Isabella's body should be handled after his own death.
Dylan stayed quietly by his side, not daring to disturb William.
William watched for a full hour before turning to walk back down the mountain.
He couldn't stay in this place any longer.
William felt that his presence would only bring disaster to this place.
How could someone like him appear in such a clean place?
He was too dirty, his heart too cruel.
William saw that white tombstone, looking like a piece of pure white jade in the sunlight.
The sense of inferiority in his heart became even harder to hide.
Isabella died because of him, and so did Ambrose.
When William sat in the passenger seat, his face was buried in shadow.
He was truly afraid that the demon in his heart would jump out again and take control of his reason.
Donny wasn't someone who deserved to die, nor was Ambrose, nor was Isabella.
William was grateful to Donny from the bottom of his heart,
thanking him for arranging Ambrose's funeral and burying him on this hillside.
He saw another hole on the slope.
William knew that a hole had been prepared by Donny for Isabella.
He ultimately had no right to lie between them.
Soon, very soon.
He could feel his body growing weaker and weaker.
After he died, he would give Isabella's body to Donny, and then he would have no more attachments.
Thinking of this, William slowly raised his head. Looking into the distance, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
What joy is there in life, and what fear is there in death?
A long farewell, eventually turning to dust, all things returning to nothing.
Searching for her in dreams but never finding her, not meeting her on the road to heaven either.
If there is a next life, let us never meet again.
May she always smile, and never cry in secret anymore.
Night had fallen.
On the first floor of the Spencer villa, the guests in those two special cages had no desire to sleep.
After over a dozen sedative injections, Isla's emotions finally stabilized.
She had turned back into a soulless puppet, leaning against the cage, eyes wide open, staring at the crystal chandelier in the distance.
No emotional changes or fluctuations could be seen on her face.
Even she herself had forgotten whether she was alive or already dead.
If she were still alive, why couldn't she feel hunger, having lost the physical sensations humans should have?
She couldn't even feel her own body, just tilting her neck, staring blankly at the crystal chandelier.
She was more willing to believe that she was already dead.
She must have come to hell, otherwise why would she have to suffer so much torment?
Isla's dull eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of regret.
After all, this was her karma, this was God's punishment for her.
That dream had never left her.
Whenever that dream appeared, she would be forced to face her own selfishness and cowardice.
Just then, Juniper, sitting across from her, suddenly cried out.
She hadn't been sleeping at all. She had only wanted a blanket.
But everyone in the Spencer villa was so heartless, unwilling to fulfill even this small wish.
Her hands were protecting her stomach.
The pain from the cold in her abdomen hurt so much that sweat kept dripping from her forehead.
"My stomach hurts so much, someone please save me."
"I'm going to die."
"It hurts so bad."
Juniper's voice was very small, very weak.
Even Isla, sitting across from her, couldn't hear clearly what she was saying without moving closer.
Juniper's face became paler and paler, the color draining from her lips too, until they were as pale as her face.
Juniper looked in Isla's direction, weakly calling for help.
"Godmother..."
"Godmother... help me..."
"It hurts, my stomach hurts so much."
Juniper just felt her body getting colder and colder, even her blood turning cold.
She felt like she was standing naked in a vast snowy plain.
The bone-chilling wind blew against her body.
The damp, icy air was about to freeze her eyebrows.
Juniper really couldn't hold on anymore, and her eyes could no longer see clearly.
Suddenly, she saw Lester, who had taken on her appearance, appearing in the cage.
"You have this day too!"
"Juniper, you're as bad as me. Why are you still alive?"
"Why did I have to become you? I don't want to be a woman."
Juniper weakly shook her head in denial.
"No, it's not like that."
"I'm not the one who turned you into that; that was William's idea."
Lester looked at her coldly.
"You and I are the same kind of person."
"I know very well what you're thinking."
"It's all your fault, all because you had to compete, that's why I ended up like this."
Juniper shook her head at the empty air again, talking to herself.
"Lester, you're already dead. Why are you still haunting me?"
"You were involved in what happened to Isabella, too."
Lester laughed coldly.
"Juniper, I'm not the only one haunting you; they're all here."
Hearing "they," Juniper suddenly snapped out of her confused state.
In that instant, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, as if the Spencer villa had also become sinister.
Her stomach still hurt badly, and sweat poured more and more from Juniper's forehead.
Fortunately, on the first floor, there were only her and Isla, no Lester.
Juniper took a deep breath. She still didn't have the strength to stand up, nor the strength to speak loudly.
But the fear in her heart grew deeper and deeper.
The corners of the living room were too dark, the crystal chandelier's light too dim, too far away.
She opened her mouth, speaking weakly.
"Why is it so dark here? Can someone turn on the lights?"
"I'm going crazy, I really can't take it anymore."
"Please turn on the lights. I don't want a blanket anymore. I just hope the living room won't be so dark."
No one responded to her words.
Even Isla in the cage across from her didn't respond.
But she finally heard Juniper's words clearly.
That face without emotional fluctuations finally showed a smile.
"Serves you right. You're the one who burned my daughter to death."
"Beatrice, look carefully. That woman is the murderer who burned you to death. Come and find her for revenge."
Hearing "Beatrice," Juniper's body jolted as if electrocuted, and she suddenly leaped up.
"Shut up, stop talking."
"You damned woman, I'm going to kill you."