After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 143

The calm indifference in her voice seemed to freeze his parents in place. Their son had nearly died for someone who could so coldly turn her back on him. With quiet but horrified expressions, they left her standing there, the weight of her words ringing painfully in their ears.

When Arman saw the door to his room open, he immediately brightened, a faint smile crossing his face. “Linda, you’re here,” he whispered, relief and hope lighting his tired eyes.

But as he squinted, his expression quickly changed; it wasn’t Linda standing there. Instead, he saw me, and the hope faded from his face. “You… Why are you here? Where’s Linda? Is she okay?” His voice grew more desperate. “She should have come by now…”

I took a step closer to his bed, looking down at him with a quiet intensity. “Linda’s fine,” I replied coolly.

“She just… doesn’t want to see you.” My words hung in the air, and Arman’s face twisted in confusion, then denial.

“No,” he insisted, shaking his head as he looked away. “Linda’s probably afraid. She’s always been a bit timid. And maybe she thinks my parents will blame her…”

His voice trailed off, but he kept trying to rationalize her absence, grasping onto any reason that might make sense.

With a calm detachment, I reached into my bag, taking out the small recording device I had prepared. Setting it on the table beside his bed, I pressed play.

Linda’s voice, unmistakably cold, filled the room.

“He was just my suitor…”

“It’s not like I begged him to save me…”

“It was all by his own free will…”

Each sentence fell like a stone, heavier than the last. Arman’s face went pale, and his hands clenched the edge of the hospital sheets, as though grounding himself.

For a moment, he seemed on the verge of breaking, his gaze unfocused and his breathing shallow. Finally, a look of raw regret clouded his features, and he slumped back against the pillow, his voice barely a whisper.

Arman’s face fell, the color draining as her words sliced through him. His lips parted, but no words came. He looked lost, like a man who had just realized he’d built his dreams on a mirage.

I stood silently, watching the drama unfold, feeling a sense of grim satisfaction. This was the same man who once, in my past life, had scorned and tormented me for his unrequited love for Linda.

Now, the tables had turned, and I watched as he felt the sting of betrayal firsthand. Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and everyone’s attention turned to it. Two uniformed police officers entered, their expressions professional but serious.

One of them looked around the room, then asked, “Who is Linda Morgan?”

Linda stood frozen, her mouth agape as the police officer called her name. Her face was pale, her eyes darting frantically around the room, desperately searching for an escape. I leaned in, my tone laced with a hint of mockery. “Linda, they’re calling you.”

She looked at me, her expression a mix of shock and anger, and I could almost feel the waves of panic rolling off her.

One of the officers stepped forward, his voice steady but firm. “Linda Morgan, we’re here to take you in for questioning. You’re suspected of arson in connection with the recent fire at the set of ‘Fashion Queen’” Linda’s hands flew to her mouth as she stumbled back, shaking her head vigorously.