Reborn at Eighteen: The Billionaire’s Second…
Chapter 127
Elara
Her hands started shaking. “What about it?”
“When did your mother die?”
“Five years ago.”
“And when did you bury her?”
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Six weeks ago.”
“Why the delay?”
Tears started forming. “I couldn’t afford it. The funeral home–they were charging me storage fees. Eight thousand dollars. Plus the burial
plot. I didn’t have that kind of money.”
“So what happened to her body?”
“It was it was in their cold storage. For almost five years.” Her voice broke. “They kept threatening to send her to Potter’s Field. To the mass grave. I kept begging them for more time. But then they gave me
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a final notice. Said if I didn’t pay by September twentieth, they’d
transfer her.”
“And then?”
“And then someone helped me.” She was crying now. “He said he’d
heard about my situation. That he wanted to help.”
“Who?”
“Damien Kennedy.”
Harris leaned forward. “When did he approach you?”
“I can’t remember very clearly. It should be something that happened
recently.” She wiped her eyes. “He just showed up at my apartment.
Said he knew about my mother. About the debt. He offered to pay for
everything.”
In exchange for what?”
Her face crumpled. “I had to sign a statement, Saying I must tell him
what happened at Blackwood Manor and listen to his arrangements if
necessary.”
“Then he sent you a message on the day of the birthday banquet and
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asked you to poison Sloane?”
She shook her head violently. “No. I never saw any bottle. I don’t
know what was in Sloane’s tea. I just–I just needed to bury my
mother. She’d been in that freezer for five years. Five years.” She
looked at me, desperate. “Do you know what that’s like? Knowing your
mother’s body is just sitting there? In a drawer? Like she’s nothing?”
My throat was tight. “No. I don’t.”
“I visit her grave every week now,” Anna whispered. “I bring her
daisies. I talk to her. I tell her I’m sorry it took so long. That I finally
gave her a proper resting place.”
“By lying about me.”
“Yes.” Fresh tears. “By lying about you. I’m so sorry. I thought–he said
that nothing would really happen to you.”
Harris closed his notepad. “Miss Petrova, you understand you’ve
committed perjury?”
“I know.” She looked at me, “I know what I did. And I know I have to
face the consequences.”
“How long?” I asked quietly.
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“What?”
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