The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love novel Chapter 1913

A frail girl, her eyes sunk deep into their sockets.
She obeyed her mother's words and went to the fruit stand.
The fruits in the monastery, unlike those in the buffet, were not pre-cut.
Recently, a lot of pears were donated by believers. Some might find a whole pear inconvenient to eat, so they'd slice it with their fruit knives and share with their companions.
Many people had borrowed this fruit knife.
After being borrowed back and forth, it was left on the stand.
The girl walked over, didn't touch the fruit, but picked up the knife.
Then, without hesitation, she turned and walked towards the long sink for washing dishes.
Mary was short, so she stood on a small stone stool when washing dishes.
The moment the slaughter happened, no one could react.
The weak girl walked up behind the nun.
From behind, she swiftly drew the knife across, using all her strength.
Blood gushed out from Mary's tender neck, and she didn't even have a chance to scream.
After Mary fell, the girl pinned her down and stabbed her wildly a few times.
By the time people reacted and rushed over to pin her down, it was already too late.
Martin would never forget the killer's maniacal laughter as she was held down.
"If you hadn't meddled, helping that mad woman, this killer wouldn't have come, and Mary wouldn't have died!" Martin yelled at Erica, "What gives you the right to blame her! She came back and saw Mary, she even vomited blood..."
Erica felt like she was in a nightmare.
How could something so absurd happen in the real world?
She backed up two steps, glanced at the ongoing mourning ceremony, her vision blurred, and then she fell.
Larkin guessed that the incident might have something to do with them.
But he didn't expect the connection to be like this.
After comforting Erica, Larkin asked the Prior, "What about the mad woman?"
"She's been sent to a mental hospital," the Prior smiled bleakly, "She didn't even... have to pay any consequences."
Larkin furrowed his brows.
"And her reason for killing Mary was just absurd," the Prior shook his head, his eyes suddenly red, "She said when they arrived, Mary ran towards them, and she felt that Mary looked at her with disdain."
The Prior later watched the surveillance footage of that morning.
His heart ached.
He saw Mary count to three and look towards the door every few minutes.
He knew, Mary was expecting someone.
Perhaps she mistook someone else for the person she was waiting for, which was why she looked disappointed when she got closer.
But in the eyes of the mad woman, the child's disappointment became disdain towards her.
Just because of a glance, she cruelly slit Mary's throat.
The Prior couldn't sleep these past few days.
Every time he closed his eyes, he would see the deep wound on Mary's neck and her pitiful face.
"I know Mary saw your wife as her mother, she definitely wouldn't want her to feel guilty and in pain because of her death. I've thought a lot, so I didn't tell you," the Prior said, making a cross over his chest, "Martin is right, even God couldn't bear to see Mary leave like this, He also pities Mary..."