Chapter 154 Habit
Derek had nned for everything–except one thing. He never imagined the brother he risked his life to protect would be the very one to shove him into the mes of hell.
Chris’s face twisted several times before he finally calmed down enough to ask, “What do you want?”
Tracy gave a coldugh. “What do I want? Don’t you already know, Mr. Woodward? If it weren’t for you, maybe this video would never have seen the light of day.”
She had expected trouble ever since Liam came bragging to her.
Especially after learning the kidnappers had named Chris, she sensed trouble woulde knocking. That’s why she had pulled out the video Derek had prepared ahead of time.
Staring at Chris’s dark expression, Tracy curved her lips but had no desire to keep talking.
“Mr. Woodward, you’ve got two days to decide,” she said coldly. “Will you gamble everything just to drag me down as your scapegoat? Or will you prove my innocence and get me out of here?”
She stood, ready to walk away.
But she paused and nced back. “I need a pocketknife. Or scissors will do.”
The police had dragged her in so suddenly she hadn’t brought anything.
Even though she knew the holding cell was safe, still
Tracy didn’t bother with Chris’s sour expression. Without giving him another look, she walked back into the cell.
Seeing her walk away without giving an inch, Chris shot up from his chair, mming the table. “You! Stop there, you-”
He bit down on the words, not daring to shout in this ce. Rage boiled in his chest, but there was nothing he could do.
Chris wanted nothing more than to strangle this woman so she’d never speak again.
But instead of silencing her, he had only two days to get her released–while facing Felicia’s crushing pressure<i>. </i>
No, he couldn’t wait two days.
He needed her out as soon as possible.
He did have leverage against Felicia, but if that witch were easy to handle, she wouldn’t have kept him under her thumb all these years/
If that witch found out Tracy was holding such a dangerous piece of evidence against him….
Chris didn’t dare imagine the consequences. He rushed off to make arrangements.
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The kidnappers, however, were Felicia’s people. The only way to change their testimony was to get Felicia herself to do it.
Tracy, unaware of what he was scheming, spent another day in the corner of her cell.
She still didn’t sleep, but having a pair of scissors in her hand gave her a little sense of safety.
After four nights without sleep, her face was pale and gaunt.
Fortunately, the next day the police released her, saying, “We’ve found evidence that proves you’re
innocent.”
Walking out of the station, Tracy blinked against the blinding sunlight, dazed for a moment.
Then a cold, cutting voice broke through her haze. “Don’t just stand there. Come with me.”
Tracy snapped back to reality and saw Chris standing beside his car; his face was cold, his eyes sharp as des, as if he could tear her apart with just a look.
Her fingers tightened around the scissors in her hand, and she even lifted them, ready to defend herself.
Chris, who had been burning with anger a moment ago, froze at the sight of her stance. His fury slipped away in surprise. “What’s wrong with you?”
It took Tracy a second to realize what she was doing. She slowly lowered the scissors.
She had no intention of speaking to him. But just as she turned to leave, something struck her.
Lifting the scissors again, she leveled her gaze at Chris. “Do you know why I asked you for these?”
Chris frowned, unsure what she meant. But something in her eyes made his gut twist with unease.
It was the same sinking dread he had felt the first time she told him Derek was dead.
Instinctively, he stepped back, his eyes locked on the scissors, his whole body recoiling in fear.
Tracy noticed, and augh slipped out of her throat.
The smile was wicked, like a demon crawling out of the pit of hell.
“At the academy,” she said coldly, “everyone learned to fall asleep holding a weapon. Your brother did too.”
Her voice sharpened. “Can you guess why we had that habit?”
Chris staggered, nearly losing his bnce.
“I–I don’t know…” he stammerel, his lips trembling.
He wanted to exin, but after struggling, those were the only words he managed.
Tracy’s face was as cold as stone.
Of course he didn’t know.
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Just like the Jackmans never knew what she went through after they shipped her off to that academy.
But what was done was done. Scars carved into her soul couldn’t be erased by a simple word that they didn’t know.
Not hating them didn’t mean forgiving them.
She sneered, tossing the scissors at his feet. “Keep your excuses. Save them for Derek.”
Tracy pulled her contemptuous gaze away and was ready to leave.
And there, not far ahead, Ronald was waiting, a broad smile on his face, a sprig of sage in his hand.
Since she seemed to have handled things on her own, he finally stepped forward. “CeeCee,” he said lightly, “if you’d stayed in there any longer, I might’ve had to make a move.”