Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 70

My heart tightened.

Something flashed quickly through my mind, but I couldn't recall it.

"Surely it wasn't the reason you gave at the time, saying that place was too far from the company and you were afraid of waking me up too early, disturbing my light sleep?" I said sarcastically.

Lawrence smiled, "Now you've finally faced reality. Of course, that wasn't the reason. It was because I found that place unlucky. Why did I find it unlucky? Because Kyle died at my hands."

My pupils contracted, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing from Lawrence.

This must be an auditory hallucination.

"What did you say? You bastard, explain yourself!" I screamed, trying to get up, but Lawrence gently pushed me back down to the ground.

He laughed maniacally, looking at me with pride, "Surprised? Or is your hearing failing? Let me say it again: I was the one who caused your parents' deaths. Hahaha."

The more Lawrence laughed, the more desolate I felt.

"No, Lawrence, you're lying, right? You're deliberately trying to make me suffer more? The police already investigated my parents' deaths; it was just a car accident due to slippery roads in the rain. You can't fool me; I don't believe you!"

I shouted sharply, as if doing so would make all of this unreal.

Lawrence gave me a contemptuous look but deliberately ignored me. He calmly lit a cigarette and started smoking, the smoke swirling around his face, making him look somewhat hazy.

But he looked like a demon in the night.

"You don't believe me? Then let me say it again: they died, and the car accident was my design. Of course, you are not blameless either!"

After Lawrence finished speaking, he stared at me like a victor, not missing any of my expressions.

I stared at him, my whole body trembling, my throat dry and unable to speak. It took a long time for me to find my voice, "What do you mean? Speak up, what do you mean? How did you design my parents' deaths, and mine..."

Before I could finish, I was already choking up, unable to speak.

I vaguely knew the terrifying truth, but I needed the truth. My parents needed the truth.

I needed to hear it all, then perish together with him.

As I lowered my gaze, a flash of determination and murderous intent crossed my eyes.

"It doesn't matter if I tell you; you'll understand soon enough.

Do you remember the year after we got together, your parents had a medical check-up? Kyle, probably because he was managing such a big company, the Turner Group, was quite stressed, and he was also worried about you being with me. Haha, he was getting old, his heart wasn't in great shape, and his cholesterol was high. Later, didn't you tell me that you were worried sick about Kyle and had to supervise his medication daily?"

I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave.

I remembered that after Kyle's check-up, the doctor said he needed to take medication to lower his cholesterol. Kyle didn't like taking it, so for his health, I personally supervised and reminded him. If I didn't have time, I would remind the housekeeper to keep an eye on him.

I had told Lawrence about this, and I had even mentioned that Missy was getting old too and should have annual check-ups.

My intention was to get Lawrence to care about the elderly at home, but I didn't expect it to become something Lawrence would exploit.

I hated myself for being so foolish; it was my fault that Kyle died.

Seeing me like this, Lawrence still managed to laugh, "Kyle has been dead for so long, don't show that expression. Although I used this situation to plot against Kyle, it was you who personally delivered the medication to him."

I stared at him, my lips trembling.

"Do you remember, once, your housekeeper said the medication was finished, and then you..."

That time, I received a call and found out the medication was out, so I asked Lawrence to place an order, and I personally delivered it.

"I switched Kyle's medication to something bad for his heart. Since his heart was already weak, when they drove back to the city and encountered some rain, they died in the accident.

It was Kyle's own weak body. I made the medication's effect very mild, but I didn't expect him to die so quickly, and in the rain. Maybe even God was helping me. Hahaha." Lawrence laughed like a demon from hell.

"Lawrence, you bastard, my dad wasn't the person you said he was. Although he didn't like you, he never really did anything to you. And because of your jealousy of Christopher, why involve my dad? I worked so hard to persuade my parents for us to be together.

My parents were already slowly accepting you because of my efforts. How could you do this, you bastard?"

"Shut up! That was just Kyle deceiving you. I'll never forget what Kyle said to me. He said you and I were worlds apart, that he looked down on me, that I wasn't good enough for you, and that I should stay away from you. I swore then that I would be with you no matter what.

If he didn't die, how could I truly be with you and get everything from the Turner Family? I've been good to you for so many years; I deserve all of this."

Lawrence was like a madman, crazy and stubborn.

Since he dared to kill my parents, killing again would be easy for him, and he wouldn't feel any burden.

He dared to tell me all this now, meaning he intended for me to never leave this place.

So, I couldn't afford to regret or grieve. Taking advantage of his arrogance, I suddenly sprang up, grabbed a plate from the table, and smashed it over his head, knocking him out and taking the evidence.

But Lawrence reacted faster than I expected. He didn't care about the injury on his head or the dirt on his body; he reached out and grabbed me as I tried to escape.

I struggled with all my might, even headbutting him.

He was momentarily dazed by the impact, and his grip on me loosened. I was even dizzier, and as he let go, I fell to the ground, hitting my forehead on the edge of the swimming pool, instantly breaking the skin.

Lawrence frowned, grabbing my hair in anger and disgust, "Bitch, you've got some nerve! Why can't you just behave? I told you, if you were a bit more obedient, I could let you die less painfully. Now you've injured your forehead, and when the police come, they'll suspect me because of this injury. You're truly an unlucky person, just as annoying as your dead dad, Kyle."

Enduring the pain, I glared at him with hatred and then laughed, "Even if I wasn't injured, do you think the police wouldn't find out that you were the one who harmed me?"

Lawrence, however, was unconcerned and quite confident, "I told you, I'm meticulous in my actions. If I want, no one will find any evidence.

For example, you were heartbroken over losing your child, suffering from postpartum depression. I originally planned to take you out to relax. We discussed going to places like Arcturus or Marigoldia to help you unwind.

You agreed but chose Eagle's Nest Chalet. I thought you had come to terms with everything and was willing to fulfill your wishes. But unexpectedly, you drugged me with sleeping pills at night, and while I was asleep, you secretly drowned yourself.

So, who would the police believe, you or me?"

He looked at my injured forehead with a hint of regret.