The Unwanted Daughter: When Love Comes Too Late Chapter 108: What Do You Want From Me?

Click!

A sudden sound came from the doorway, unnervingly loud in the stillness of the night.

Tracy jumped in fright, instinctively stepping back as her hand closed around the pair of scissors she always kept by her bed.

When she saw that it was Erin standing at the door, she lowered her hand holding the scissors, but her face remained wary. "What are you doing here?"

Erin did not miss that startled, almost skittish reaction, and a trace of curiosity stirred in her heart.

Since when had Tracy, who had been pampered and sheltered in her ivory tower since childhood, become so timid and guarded?

She didn't ask the reason. She only explained obediently, "Tracy, I wanted to talk to you about something. I saw that the door wasn't locked, so I came right in. You don't mind, do you?"

Tracy didn't know how long she had been there or how much she had overheard.

But she was certain she had locked the door.

It was a habit of hers. Whenever she stepped into an enclosed, safe space, she always locked it without thinking.

Tracy hung up the call and put her phone away. "What do you want from me?"

Erin stayed at the doorway without coming in, looking concerned as she asked, "I heard from Winona that you asked her out for something. Nothing happened between you two, right?"

Winona had already called her earlier, claiming she would make use of this chance to teach Tracy a lesson. But Erin had waited for hours and never received a single word about the outcome.

She had called back pretending to persuade Winona not to be impulsive, when in truth she wanted to find out exactly what had happened.

Normally, with Winona's temper, Erin wouldn't have to ask—she would pour out all her plans in one go.

But this time, Winona had actually gone along with her words and said, "Erin, you're right. I shouldn't stoop to her level. For your sake, I won't bother her again in the future."

Upon hearing those words, Erin had nearly ground her teeth to bits.

She had "persuaded" her countless times before, and she'd never listened, so who cared if she was stepping back for her sake this time?

Of course, she couldn't say that out loud. So she had come to Tracy, hoping to get some information. But when she reached the door ...

Erin's eyes flickered as she stared closely at Tracy's expression, trying to read something from it.

But ever since Tracy had laid eyes on her, there had been nothing on her face but wariness and coldness.

"If you want to know whether anything happened, you can just go ask Winona. You two are friends, aren't you?"

Tracy kept the scissors in her hand, stepped toward the doorway, and lifted her arm.

Seeing the scissors, Erin instinctively took a step back, her guard going up as well.

But when Tracy reached her, she simply shut the door, clearly with no intention of talking further.

She knew all too well the cost of being alone with Erin—she had learned that lesson two years ago.

And since this was her room, if Erin came in and anything happened, she wouldn't be able to clear her name no matter what she said.

Tracy locked the door and stared at it with a serious expression.

She didn't know how long Erin had been listening outside, but it was better to be cautious.

She hadn't been on speakerphone earlier, so Erin shouldn't have heard who she was talking to. At most, she might have caught the few words Tracy had said.

And now that she had nothing left to lose, even if Erin wanted to cause trouble, there was nothing to fear.

Outside the room, Erin stared at the door before her, her gaze dark and cold.

If it had been anyone else, with the phone not on speaker, they wouldn't have been able to hear who was on the other end or what was said.

But Erin had her own methods.

She hadn't expected that old geezer Walter to have actually tracked down Tom and even claim to have found someone ...

Erin's eyes grew darker, tinged with killing intent.

She suddenly turned and walked away, heading toward her own room as she said, "Create the perfect accident for me. That old geezer must not come back alive!"

She wasn't on the phone, nor was anyone else nearby, yet the words sounded as if she were giving instructions to someone.

The empty hallway was filled with an eerie silence.

...

Once Tracy grew wary, she kept her guard up against Erin, doing her best to avoid any contact with her.

Fortunately, Erin didn't come closer and, after noticing Tracy's attempts to avoid her, even began to keep her own distance.

That should have been a good thing for Tracy, but she couldn't shake a lingering unease.

It was the kind of unease that felt as though something serious was about to happen.

Carrying that feeling, Tracy was distracted even while talking with Phoebe.

Seeing her absent-minded, Phoebe asked with concern, "Tracy, did something happen to you?"

She took Tracy's hand. "If you have any difficulties, just tell me. As your teacher, I will definitely help you."

Her words snapped Tracy back to her senses. Just as she was about to say she was fine, Trina, who had been standing nearby, cut in first. "You've already retired early. You're not a teacher anymore, so what can you possibly help her with?

"Mom, just enjoy your retirement at home. Why do you have to meddle in other people's business?"

If it hadn't been for Tracy helping to clear her mother's name, she wouldn't even have let her in earlier!

Tracy knew she still held it against her, and it was true that she had gotten Phoebe involved. Trina had every right to be angry with her.