Chapter 559 Face to Face
That sounded half like a joke.
Aidan stared at Dawn without blinking, trying to tell whether she meant it.
“What’s with you?”
Dawnughed helplessly and punched him lightly. “I’m telling the truth, Aidan. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
Because she knew that Aidan was the only person who, if she truly decided to die, wouldn’t stop her.
He would only quietly take care of the aftermath.
“Fine.”
The single word left the man’s lips. He took out a lighter. Just as he lit it, Dawn said, “Put it out.”
He did.
“If you need anything, just tell me. Or I can go deal with him for you.”
“I want to handle it myself.”
Taking someone’s life was easy.
But some things had to be made clear first.
It was about time. Dawn lifted the car keys in her hand. “I’m heading out. If I need anything, I’ll call you, Mr. Gardner.”
Aidan didn’t speak. His sharp brows seemed shrouded in heavy fog as he watched her get into the car and drive away.
He lit the cigarette again and nced at the distant sky.
Good<i>. </i>
Looks <i>like </i>it <i>won’t </i><i>rain again</i><i>. </i>
Dawn drove west the entire way. At 5 p.m., she arrived at a small farm at the foot of the mountain.
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The air was clean here, the scenery lush. There were fish in the river behind it. When she and Ethan passed by before, they’d even talked <i>about </i>camping here someday. Now it seemed that chance would nevere.
Lost in thought, she turned off the engine and got out.
<b>An </b>elderly man sat in the distance. The farm had originally belonged to him.
Ten days ago, Dawn had Mason buy it.
There was no special reason. She just felt it was close to Vera’s mountain, and Vera would probably like it.
“Ms. Porter, you’re here.”
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The old man smiled kindly. “I’ll pour you a ss of water.”
“No need, thank you.”
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“What are you thanking me for?” The old man still went to pour it, his voice carrying the wheeze of an old ailment. “I should be thanking you. You bought this ce, let me stay, and even pay me a sry. I never thought I’d have such luck at the end of my life.”
Dawn looked at his stooped back and walked over to take the cup from him.
Old enamel, but washed very clean.
She took a sip.
“I’m meeting a friend here. I might stay for a while. You can go rest.”
The old man smiled. “Alright, alright. Then I’ll go y cards with my old buddies. If you need me… I’ll write down my number for you.”
He had good sense. He knew this was the time to keep his distance.
He rummaged around in the attic for a long while, found some paper and a pen, and wrote down a string of numbers.
Dawn put it into her bag. “Okay.”
The old man left with his hand–rolled cigarettes.
The path was t.
Dawn watched his dark figure walk farther and farther away. His steps were very slow, like it took an entire lifetime.
Amid the lush green mountains and water, Dawn stood by a tree near the river, holding the old man’s enamel cup. She didn’t move at all, like a beautiful statue.
A long time passed.
No one knew how long.
The sound of tires approached from behind and stopped.
A car door opened and closed.
Footsteps couldn’t be heard on the soft grass, but Dawn turned at just the right moment, meeting the man’s gaze behind her.
This was the first time Dawn had met Will so formally.
When she was young, he’d been familiar, usually gentle and smiling. He didn’t talk much, like a kind elder.
Later, after marrying Ethan, their interactions were limited to the change in how she addressed him, and a couple of blessings from the groom’s father. Nothing more.
And now, seeing this face that was both familiar and strange, Dawn still found him warm and approachable.
The more she felt that, the angrier she became.
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How good <i>at </i>pretending does someone have to be to <i>appear </i>so <i>natural </i>in front <i>of </i><i>the </i><i>daughter </i><i>of </i><i>the </i>person <i>he </i>killed<i>? </i>
Dawn’s face was pale. Her lips moved twice before she spoke. “Does Ethan know you came here?”
Will studied the girl in front of him. It had been more than three years. She seemed much more mature.
At least… the blind respect in her eyes from back then was gone.
He smiled.
“Ethan thinks I don’tnd until 6 p.m.. Besides, you probably don’t want him to know, do you?”
Dawn let out a half–smile, half–snort.
“You’re quite self–aware.”
From Will’s expression, it was clear he understood whating here today meant.
Dawn looked at him. Her gaze was no longer that of someone looking at an elder. “Since that’s the case, there’s no need for me to ask one question at a time. Mr. Jackson, tell me everything you know, so we don’t get awkward when we hit certain topics.”
Will’s deep eyes darkened in an instant, as if sinking into old memories.
“Dawn…”
He started, then stopped.
Things from so many years ago felt difficult to speak of again, especially with someone from the younger generation. It made his heart feel even heavier.
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<strong>Olivia Harris</strong> is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.