The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 451

“No one gets a second chance. Did you spare me, Uncle?” Theodore replied, his gaze cold.

Steven clasped his hands together. “I apologize, I will never dare to do it again!”

“There’s a next time?”

“No, no!”

Theodore lowered his eyes for a moment. When he looked up again, his gaze was sharper.

“I know Marico misled you. He’s the one who really wanted me dead. But someone else put the idea in his head, didn’t they?”

“Well…”

“Who was it?”

Steven hesitated, unwilling to speak.

Theodore smirked and pulled out his phone, starting a video call. The other end picked up quickly, and he showed the screen to Steven.

It was the warehouse where Marico was hiding. Flames were now engulfing the building, which looked like it could collapse at any moment.

“It was… it was Hans!”

Penelope’s head snapped up in surprise at the name.

She couldn’t believe it. Hans wanted his granddaughter to marry Theodore, but he was also the one who wanted Theodore dead? Was this some kind of sick “if I can’t have you, I’ll destroy you” mentality?

“Theo, your cousin already hated you for taking everything from him, so when Hans provoked him, he lost all reason. I thought he was just planning some minor trouble to let off steam. I swear I didn't know he was going to send a truck after you. If I had, I would have stopped him!”

Steven’s face was filled with remorse, and for once, he seemed to be telling the truth.

But just as he finished speaking, a loud crash echoed from the phone. The warehouse had collapsed, sending sparks flying into the sky as the fire consumed everything.

Steven stared, horrified.

“Marico! Marico!”

“My son! My baby!” Nydia wailed before slumping to the floor.

After the initial shock, Steven’s grief turned to rage as he turned on Theodore.

“Theodore! You killed my son! You killed him! I’ll kill you!”

“I’ve had them take him to the airport.”

“What?”

Theodore sneered. “My cousin must have been a rat in a past life. He spent three years digging a tunnel to escape. I’ve reflected on this, and I believe I gave him too much space, too much freedom. So, I’ve decided to lock him in a building where the doors and windows will be welded shut with iron bars. Even a rat like him can’t chew through solid steel, can he?”

“You… you… My son is not a prisoner!”

“If he dares to escape again, I’ll lock him in a basement.”

“You… this is illegal!”

“And hiring someone to run me over with a truck isn’t?”

“That…”

“Or would you rather he go to an actual prison?”

Steven fell silent. His nephew was truly ruthless and would absolutely do what he said.