Chapter 73 - 72. Catching At Straws
The wall kept blinking with the enlarged images of familiar digital correspondences, lighting up the room and making the already pale man even paler. His face had turned from white to ashy, as dread filled the trapped rat’s eyes.
Ethan looked at the girl in front of him. There was no longer the carefree, haughty rich brat she was known for these days. The black eyes, deep and distant, were a reminiscence of the family’s favored daughter who excelled at everything. The girl he used to assist.
But within the familiar gaze, within the trace of depth and kindness he knew from her before, was an abyss filled with pain and fury. Dripping with cruelty.
"Young Miss...?" his voice was shaking, like a man standing on a bridge of fragile glass. The girl was holding the rope, his lifeline, and Ethan was hoping for old-time compassion.
Too late for that.
"Oh, you refer to me as your ’young miss’ again, now?" Sarah sneered. "I’d rather not--you seem to see your ’young miss’ as someone you can kill on the fly."
"W-what are you talking about?" Ethan stood up, like a defendant trying to argue his case. "What is this? Are you...are you seriously thinking I’m the one who--that I was responsible for your accident?"
He laughed incredulously, looking around with a snort as if everything was ridiculous. The shaking pupil, however, was as good as an admission of guilt.
Even if he was an excellent actor, he couldn’t deny the connection between his own email address used as a security key for the other email address used to send Sarah’s schedule to the gangster.
"Oh, I know--" he looked back at the girl, snapping his fingers. "This is a prank, right? You’re doing a prank for our reunion?"
The nervous laughter tapered through Sarah’s expressionless stare. Even a foolish man would know it was impossible for Sarah to pull up a prank--much less about an accident that killed her mother and made her left leg lame.