Chapter 143: The Witch Who Plays The Victim.
Laura’s eyes widened seeing the knife. From where she was seated, she could already see how sharp the knife was.
She panicked. What was he about to do with that knife? Did Alfred send him? No, she wants to kill Alfred first before he kills her, and she wants to make Beatrice suffer more.
Another thing grabbed her attention apart from the weapon that might take her life. "Theodore?" she questioned with a blanched face.
Logan’s nose scrunched in disgust as he felt she was putting up a facade again. He swear he would fucking kill her if she play questioning with him.
He want to end Alfred brutally and that was why he was doing all of what he was doing. If this woman would get in his way, he would kill her this second with his blade whereas, his little angel wouldn’t need her.
Thinking of his little angel, it’d been a while since he caught a glimpse of her as she just seemed to have disappeared for a while.
Maybe I was the one who disappeared from her life, he thought. Making up his mind to continue his chase in the morning, he came back to the present.
"Yes, Theodore," he clarified in an irked voice.
Laura stiffened, "Theodore died years ago," she said in thought. Her voice was unsure as she tried to understand what was going on here. It could be possible he was talking about another Theodore since she doesn’t know this man but somehow, she felt she knew the Theodore he was speaking about and the dead Theodore of her husband was the only Theodore she knows.
So, how come?
Logan watched her with his sharp eyes for a few seconds. Something told him she might be honest because she never knew Alfred’s mother existed but still, he pressed on.