“If you lie to me, I’ll never tell you where the antidote is. I’d rather die than give it up.”
Her voice was quiet and soft. “So, Franco, don’t lie to me. You know me. I’m not afraid of pain or death. You could use every torture tool on that wall and I still wouldn’t be scared.”
Franco snuffed out his cigarette, then turned and started up the stairs.
Laura let out a low laugh. Franco had set the story straight for the media. Soon, he would divorce Petty, marry her, and bring her into the White family, into Misty Vale itself.
One day, she would be Franco’s wife. She would be the only woman by his side.
On his way up, Franco suddenly stopped.
“You killed Hassan, didn’t you?”
Under the glow of the light, Laura’s face looked ghostly pale. She stared at Franco’s back, her amber eyes glistening, rimmed with red.
She dropped her head and tugged shakily at her hair. For a moment, she couldn’t bring herself to speak. Then, finally, she whispered, “Yes.”
“Why?” Franco’s voice was perfectly calm, no emotion at all.
From the cellar below, chains rattled in the silence. Laura’s voice trembled with pain. “Because of you.”
Franco, I did it all for you. I killed Hassan for you.
Franco’s dark eyes gave away nothing.
Laura stared at him, chained and struggling. “Did you really think I didn't realize why you posted so many guards outside Hassan's hospital room? It wasn’t about protecting Hassan. You just didn’t want Petty anywhere near him. That night, Petty hurt Hassan in front of everyone. There was no way you could silence every witness, so your only option was to let Hassan recover and then take him out after. That way, Petty would be in the clear.”
The idea that Franco would go that far for Petty made Laura seethe with even more hatred for her.
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