Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 271

I was itching to get out of the hospital after just one day.

I went to the police station to ask about the progress of Oscar's case, but all I got was the same story Neil gave me.

When I left the police station, it was already dark, but the streets were bustling with people. After all, Christmas was just around the corner. It was the busiest time of the year.

In the cold, crowded streets, I got a call from Bonnie. She was using a number I didn't recognize.

"Oscar... why did it have to be like this?" Bonnie's sobbing voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Bonnie, you're quite the actress." I said coldly. "He was your first love, and he was so good to you. Don't you feel the slightest bit of remorse?"

Bonnie sobbed back, "Irene, I didn't mean for him to die. It was an accident. Why do you have to paint me as a heartless villain? I just wanted him to leave Rosemont!"

Her crying was so intense that it seemed like she genuinely felt sorrow over Oscar's death.

"Irene, let's talk face-to-face." She suggested meeting up.

I didn't want to see her, but I was curious to see how far this ruthless woman could take her act.

I agreed to meet. Bonnie picked La Rencontre as the place to meet.

It had been a while since I'd been to that place. Sometimes I regretted going there to spy on Bonnie in the first place, upsetting the natural course of things.

Half an hour later, I met Bonnie. The last time I saw her here was when she wanted me to divorce Neil.

Back then, she looked worn out and haggard, like a small flower that had been battered by a storm. But now, that little flower had completely transformed. There was nothing cheap about her anymore.

The staff there had changed. No one recognized Bonnie, let alone me.

"Irene." Bonnie greeted me with a sad smile. Her swollen eyes did look like she'd been crying.

"Just call me Ms. Finch. We're not on friendly terms." I said, sitting across from Bonnie, filled with disgust and hatred for her.

Bonnie sniffled, "Old habits die hard."

The coffee came, but I had no desire to drink it.

Bonnie took a sip and said, "I used to think the coffee here was good, but I couldn't afford it on my salary."

"Now, it doesn't taste so good." She put down her cup and looked at my phone, "Irene, you're not recording this, are you?"

Not this time. I was just staring at Bonnie, hoping to find some cracks in her pretty facade.

Bonnie gave a small smile, "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you still suspect me?"

"Bonnie, every action has its consequences. When karma comes knocking, you'll regret it." I said, feeling somewhat ridiculous even as the words left my mouth.

Was there really such a thing as fairness in this world? If there was, why did Oscar have to suffer? He was so kind and honest; he never did anything wrong.

Bonnie's smile gradually faded. Her meticulously drawn eyebrows lifted slightly, revealing a hint of cold sarcasm, "If you think I'm responsible for this, you should blame Neil."

I felt a pang in my heart, "What do you mean?"