"Ah! Get away from me!"
Felicia wiped the frame clean and placed the photo back in its spot.
Then, she fixed her gaze on Kayla, her voice icy. "Do you even know how to spell conscience? It's you who harmed others. Yet, you want to brainwash people into sharing your guilt? Why should they be doing so in the first place?"
Kayla staggered backward, fear flashing across her face as the chilling surroundings and the sight of Roberta's body weighed heavily on her.
"I'm not going to argue with you. Just you wait, Felicia—one day, I’ll crush you beneath my feet!"
With that, she turned and ran.
Felicia smirked, calling after her, "Kayla, when the clock hits midnight, you better not be dreaming!"
Kayla's steps faltered for a moment.
That night, Felicia stayed in the quiet, secluded courtyard.
Occasionally, a maid would come by to drop off something, but most of the time, Felicia was alone.
She sat in a chair at the center of the courtyard, surrounded by the square night sky, the moonlight hazy, as memories of her past life blended with this one.
Back then, Felicia had never heard of Roberta, which meant Roberta had been trapped in that village until she was sold off and faded into silence.
But in this life, Felicia had rescued her from that village by sheer accident, only for Roberta to still meet her tragic end in another way.
"What, then, is fate?" Felicia closed her eyes and asked herself.
After a long moment, she opened her eyes and answered herself, "Defying fate was her fate."
...
The following day, as dawn broke, the car arranged by Clive arrived. Roberta was quickly buried, and under Clive's arrangements, she was laid to rest alongside Eileen, finally reuniting with her mother.
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