Facade of Love

Chapter 34 The Body Is Missing

“She left,” Idris said, his dark eyes still fixed on me. This man was much taller than me, and talking to him with my head tilted back made my neck hurt, so I simply avoided any further conversation.

I tore open the hydrogen peroxide and cotton balls to treat his wound, which was indeed deep. I could see the many layers under his skin split open. I could not help but gasp inwardly–that seemingly tiny life was really very sharp. If it had been a ⠀man attacking, I feared that Idris‘ hand would have been forever ruined.

He hissed in pain, perhaps because I had been too rough.

old coldly. “Bear with

I paused for a moment, looked up at him with a dark face, and the pain. I’m not Moore. I can’t give you any sweet, soft words ”

He just smiled silently at me.

I did not want to talk to him any more than necessary. I quickly treated his wound and cleaned up the trash, then listened in to the police officers nearby.

I could not help but look over when I heard voices from their direction, only to see a mutilated puppy lying in the opened trunk. It had probably been there for days and was somewhat decomposed.

after checking the scene and frowned at

She seemed to be in a daze, looking at the dead dog in

saying helplessly, “I don’t get it either. She didn’t seem to

officer said to another officer, “Take her statement, and try to

name was Sophia Sanchez and she was in

in the car, she told the police the same story she told me in

the front desk at Scott Corporation and asloed them to look for

business trip to Tully City five days ago and had not returned. I got his contact number from the front desk, but

not confirm anything, Sophia kept muttering, “I killed him, stabbed him over and over again. There was so

state, the police took her home. There was indeed a pool of blood in the living room. At first, the police thought it was human blood, but after testing, they discovered it was the

not be reached and the police could not confirm the situation for the

hand, was receiving one phone call after another. I did not

not help but sneer. “You seem busy,

his phone but at me, asking, “When do you

what’s going on here. I want to