Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 67

"You knew everything! Let me think, when did you find out? You're much smarter than I thought."

Lawrence said this with a cold, chilling demeanor.

I glared at him, my eyes filled with unyielding hatred. "Not as smart as you, otherwise I wouldn't have been deceived by you for so long. I didn't even listen to my parents' advice."

Lawrence nodded. "Yes, you have some cleverness, but it's just a small cleverness. Look, I managed to deceive you for six or seven years, enduring the disgust every time I had to please you. How come you couldn't endure even a little bit?

You said you forgave me, but whenever I got close to you, you rejected me. When I left, you would spend a long time in the bathroom. When you came out, your eyes were red, and your cheeks were rubbed raw. You probably went in to throw up and then tried to wash away any trace of me. How could I not notice your act?"

His words sent a shiver down my spine.

Yes, someone like Lawrence can't be understood with normal reasoning. He's disgusting and perverted, and he even enjoys admiring his own work.

He probably didn't know how many times he had stared at the camera in my bedroom, watching my every move, getting excited.

Lawrence seemed to appreciate my current expression. He continued, "Let me think, when did you start acting? Since you know I poisoned the bastard in your belly, if it wasn't for evidence, you might still be deceiving yourself, thinking I loved you. So you must have heard it yourself.

It must have been after you had the baby. That one time, my mom kicked you out, and you ran away. My mom wanted you to reflect outside, but after a while, you were gone when she opened the door again.

My mom said you were really cheap, probably went to find the bastard's dad. You must have come back and overheard me and my mom talking, right?"

He admitted it. He admitted to poisoning the baby in my belly.

But Lawrence, how could he? That was his child. Even now, he showed no remorse.

I tightened my grip on the wine glass and cursed, "Lawrence, how can you talk so casually about harming a child? Even animals protect their young. You're worse than an animal. That was your child, and you listened to Missy's nonsense, calling it a bastard. You and your mother are both disgusting."

"My child."

Lawrence sneered, looking at me with disgust.

I had a bad feeling, a thought flashed through my mind.

But I quickly shook my head, denying the terrible guess.

I pressed my lips together, just looking at Lawrence.

I knew he had more to say.

But he seemed to be brewing something, probably because he was about to reveal his true self.

So before that, he enjoyed his pretense of elegance, like a wealthy man.

Bit by bit, carefully, he cut the steak, then fed it into his mouth, chewed slowly, swallowed, and drank the red wine.

His movements were skilled and graceful, as if he had done it countless times.

Or rather, he had imagined and practiced it countless times, thinking he had become a wealthy man.

Finally, he picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth before starting, "Impatient? Don't be. Take your time. Stories need to be told slowly to have flavor. Where should I start?"

I wasn't in a hurry either.

I smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry. I've wanted to hear this story from you for a long time. I want to know what role I play in your story."

"Alright, let's start from when you found out I poisoned the child. Just now, I was guessing when you might have found out. But I really started to suspect you when you went to the hospital to investigate the cause of the child's death."

Lawrence spoke slowly, as if telling a deliberate story.

I didn't interrupt him, just continued to watch him.

"You went to the hospital to investigate, probably starting with the ultrasound. When you said you wanted to seek justice with the test results, I knew this would happen. But do you know why I wasn't afraid or anxious?

I'm ruthless to others, but I'm also ruthless to myself. I don't leave any evidence behind.

Did you find out about Evan? Do you know how I knew? I praised your acting, but you didn't really think you were that good, did you?"

Lawrence suddenly looked at me with a mocking expression, as if I were a clown.

"What do you mean?" My pupils contracted as I stared at him.

Lawrence chuckled. "You lived too well before, your mind was too simple. When I called to ask if you were at the hospital, you lied. But your lying skills were poor, maybe even stupid. The sound of the call number, didn't it sound familiar? I have a good memory and am sensitive to sounds. I heard it ten times during your prenatal checkups. How could I not recognize you were at a private hospital?

Why go to that private hospital and lie about having a cold? The only possibility is you were investigating the child's matter but didn't want me to know."

I knew Lawrence was smart.

But I didn't expect him to analyze so much from such a small clue and immediately know what I was doing, that I was suspecting him.

No wonder someone like me was so easily manipulated by him.

"You knew we were investigating Evan and didn't stop us because you knew we wouldn't find what we wanted? You can really plan so many steps ahead?"

No wonder there's a saying, don't fear bad people, fear bad people with culture. High IQ crimes are hard to find evidence for.

Lawrence raised an eyebrow. "It seems you acknowledge my intelligence. Haha, if I'm going to do something, I'll do it perfectly. Just like deceiving you, I've honed my acting skills to perfection over the years, so you didn't suspect a thing. If it weren't for the unexpected early birth, everything would have gone as I planned."

He looked regretful.

He probably thought the millions of dollars in insurance he bought were wasted, and he had to plan for money in another way, which was a pity.

I felt my hair stand on end.

But there was also a deep hatred. Lawrence, this man, could talk about his crimes without changing his expression, even smiling at me. He was truly perverted.