For a moment, Silvia cackled uproariously. “Of course. This has been my goal since childhood. Before I even knew who my real father was, I had this idea in mind. Over time, it spread like wild grass. I haven’t felt this satisfied in a long time.”
“Why?” Russel stared at her with a steady gaze. These past days, he had been racking his brains, trying to understand why she was acting this way. He believed he had treated her well. This was the last person he had truly cared for, and yet, he had fallen so hard.
“You’ve hit rock bottom. I won’t hide it from you any more. All the hardships I’ve experienced in my life were caused by you. I found out at a very young age that I was born out of my mother’s humiliation. My mother wished she could have strangled me at birth. I grew up under her loathing gaze. She always thought that I was just like you, cunning and deceitful. The more she hated you, the more she hated me. I had to bear all her anger for you. Don’t you think I deserve to get back at you?”
Silvia’s words were so familiar, so rehearsed, that they seemed to lose their sting. On hearing them, Russel’s face turned pale. It took him a long time to recover, and he stared at Silvia in disbelief. “You knew all along?” He thought that no one knew about his past since Mr. and Mrs. Caldwell were dead. But Silvia knew.
Silvia didn’t reply. Instead, she had a twisted smile on her face as she continued, “When I was a little girl, I imagined all sorts of ways for you to die. I drew them all in a notebook. But then I realized that even the most gruesome death only lasts a few minutes. That wouldn’t be enough to quench my hatred for you. I want you to live a life worse than death. That’s the worst punishment I can think of for you.”
Russel was taken aback by Silvia’s dark thoughts. He had always thought of her as a cheerful child. The first time he saw her, she was playing in the sun, smiling so innocently. She reminded him of the woman he loved when she was a girl. He never imagined that behind that innocent facade hid such a dark secret.
All of this was his doing. He felt a sharp pain in his chest. “What you saw was just a facade. I’ve been pretending since I was a kid. My parents’ deaths made me cry. The man wasn’t my real father, but he was good to me. After crying, I laughed. I was so relieved to be free of my mother. I don’t have to see her hateful face anymore. That was the first time I got drunk.”
As she spoke, Silvia burst into laughter. The tears were streaming down her face, but there was a sadness in her eyes that was hard to miss.
“Silvia, I truly thought of you as my own daughter.”
“Ha! Russel, what’s the point of saying that now? Are you trying to make me drop the charges? Forget it! You’ll spend the rest of your life in jail, reflecting on your deeds.”
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