Chapter 196

Chapter 196

When Layla heard this, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly cut him off. "Stop talking, I don't want to know!"

Seth was a very perceptive person. He narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a long time. "You already know."

Layla's throat tightened, but she didn't want to admit it. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Seth's mind flashed back to the scene at the amusement park today, and his eyes darkened slightly. "Did my mom tell you?"

Layla frowned. "I told you I don't know anything, and I don't know what you're..."

"Did she tell you I have severe depression and tried to kill myself?"

This sentence completely stunned Layla. She suddenly turned to look at him.

"Suicide? Depression? Don't you have an emotional deficit?"

Seth raised his eyebrows. "Looks like you really do know."

Layla was speechless.

She stared at his expression and instantly realized she'd been tricked by him again.

She glared at him coldly. "You tricked me?"

"So when did she find out?" Seth asked.

Looking at his deep eyes, Layla was silent for a moment before turning her head away. "Your senior year of high school."

Seth's eyes darkened slightly, and he was silent for a few seconds.

Seeing him quiet, Layla couldn't help but glance at him.

Seth added, "She knew that early?"

"Let go of me. I don't want to know about your business. I'm telling you one more time, let go of me!" Layla struggled.

Seth looked at her with heavy eyes, then suddenly held her tightly in his arms, lowering his head and burying it in the curve of her neck and shoulder. "Layla..."

After a moment of shock, Layla began to struggle. "What are you doing? Let go of me!"

"I didn't use to understand the two emotions of love and hate."

Hearing his words, Layla stopped struggling. She couldn't break free from him anyway.

He seemed like he was going to crush her, so she could only lean against the door to distribute the weight.

"But you understand anger."

"Anger, yes..." Seth said, breathing in her scent. Actually, they smelled the same.

After all, they had just been in the rose hot spring, which carried a faint rose fragrance.

"That was also after I met you. I really didn't get angry often before."

Layla was speechless for a moment. So now this was her fault?

"You probably won't believe this, but after meeting you, I gained the ability to like, dislike, and feel angry. You won't believe me, right?"

"Right, I don't believe you, so you'd better let go of me!"

"But I'm telling the truth..."

"I was in therapy for those few years in college, but it wasn't very effective. Right around that time, Violette appeared. She was so passionate, so youthful and lively, she even made me feel a bit annoyed..."

"I'm naturally cold by nature, not controlled by emotions. Even with family and parents, I could take them or leave them. Respect and grateful piety are just what people do."

"When my therapist learned that I could feel annoyed by a girl's pursuit, he came up with a new treatment plan..."

By this point, Layla could already guess what came next.

"So you accepted her pursuit. You got together with her to test whether you could fall in love with her, right?"

Seth was silent for a few seconds before saying in a muffled voice, "Yes. Because I experienced annoyance with her, the doctor thought maybe I could also find love or disgust with her. Either one would be progress."

Layla listened quietly. She had never met Violette, but she had seen Abigail many times.

So the person in the photo Abigail showed her before must have been Violette?

She just didn't know, so she naturally assumed the person in the photo was Abigail.

But she remembered that his expression in that photo was very gentle, which didn't look like he didn't care for her.

"I've seen your Violette."

Hearing this, Seth lifted his head to look at her, his gaze deep with a hint of confusion. "You've seen her? When?"

"Abigail showed me a photo of you and her before, so I've seen her. Abigail and Violette look very similar."

Seth pressed his lips together. "Was it a photo under a tree?"

Layla looked up at him. "Yes, you have a good memory."

Seth looked at her for a while before explaining, "You know I don't like taking photos, but that one was specially taken by someone she asked. That's the only one."

Layla didn't say anything.

Thinking of that photo, Seth seemed to recall some impressions and memories, because he had also seen that photo.

So he could easily remember what it looked like.

"You think I liked her?" He asked.

Layla glanced at him and said calmly, "Based on your expression at the time, it seemed like you did."

Seth pressed the corners of his lips. "She had someone take a candid shot. I wasn't smiling because of her, but because of the content in the book. If you saw it, you should know I was holding a book at the time. I remember I was laughing at a very philosophical sentence I read. It had nothing to do with her."

Layla's eyelids trembled, but she still said nothing.

Seth looked at her for a while before taking her hand and holding it, his gaze locked on her face. "I'm not lying to you. All my first emotions were related to you."

"As for Violette, I was wrong back then. I shouldn't have dragged her into this. We dated for a year, and I didn't make any particular progress, so when she asked me out that day, I was planning to talk it through with her and break up. I didn't expect her to take it upon herself to bring her parents to meet me. By the time I found out, they had all been in an accident..."

Seth's eyes were dark and unfathomable, his voice low and hoarse.

"The car accident scene was terrible. When I got the news and rushed over, I could only see her one last time. She asked me to take good care of Abigail..."

Seth closed his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "At that moment, I won't deny that I learned what guilt felt like for the first time."

"Violette didn't teach me how to love, but she used her life to teach me what guilt is. So I promised her I would take care of her only sister. I just really didn't expect that the car accident wasn't an accident at all, but was Abigail's doing. The Ramirez family had very good relationships. I never imagined it would be a setup, a murder."

By the end, Layla's brows were tightly furrowed. She felt sympathy for the girl she had never met. "She must have been very sad and hurt?"

To be used as an experiment by the man she loved, to be murdered by her own blood relative.

How could it not be painful?

She probably couldn't rest in peace even in death?

Seth seemed to guess what she was going to say and smiled self-mockingly. "Probably, that's why she's using you to punish me."

Layla also knew what he meant, so she just said flatly, "But all these choices were made by you."

"They were made by me, so I'm willing to accept the punishment. But I did make the wrong choice, I won't deny that."

After learning that Violette's death and everything else had happened because of him, he felt even more guilty toward Violette, so he chose to let Abigail fend for herself.