Chapter 474: Claire’s death
Half an hour later she arrived at her house. She was nervous thinking of an excuse to tell Claire, and the door creaked open. "Mother, I’m back," she chimed as she stepped in. Ariel felt something crack under her feet, her eyes slowly darted around the room and her face went pale.
Ariel’s heart started pounding in her rib cage. "Mother," she screamed out. Her feet moved on their own in the room. She gasped, her hand covered her mouth to muffle her scream.
The entire house was in shambles. What happened here last night? Every piece of china and pottery was shattered on the floor. She ran around the small house checking all the rooms, but there wasn’t any sign of Claire.
Tears rolled down her eyes, with fear gripping her heart. She remembered every moment she spent with Claire, nothing could happen to her ’ mother ’.
"Mother," she desperately called. Ariel opened the back door to search the backyard. That was when she heard a weak groan. Her eyes drew to the sound. Lying in a pond of blood, Claire desperately gasped for air as life slowly drained from her face.
"Mother," A sharp shriek escaped her lips and she ran to Claire’s side. She didn’t care about her dress being ruined. Ariel held onto Claire’s body, calling out for her.
Claire’s eyes were hazy, she could barely see Ariel but felt her presence. Her hands weakly reached for Ariel’s face. Claire didn’t say any heartfelt words. Her last words were "Run," Ariel didn’t understand at first what she meant
Her heart dropped the moment Claire’s hand fell lifeless from her face. "Mother, mother," she cried, shaking Claire’s dead body, which didn’t respond. Grief took over, and her cries grew louder. The grass patch under her started to wither, just like the tree leaves. All these she didn’t notice
"Oh, there you are. I thought you weren’t coming back." She heard someone chiming behind her. Ariel’s head snapped towards the voice. A masked figure stood not too far away, holding a dagger covered in blood.
Claire’s last warning fell in place. This was what Claire warned her about. Ariel slowly stood up, her hands trembled from fear and anger. She didn’t recognise the killer, whose identity was completely hidden.