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.

scene and frowned at me. “Ms. Scott, what’s

to be in a daze, looking at the dead dog in the trunk and muttering to herself, “He

me earlier in the cafe, saying helplessly, “I don’t get it either. She didn’t seem

and try to get in touch with

Benett’s wife. After the police interviewed her, I learned that this woman’s name was Sophia Sanchez and she was in her forties. If not for learning her age, I

hidden b*dy in the car, she told the police the same story she told me in the cafe, but when the police asked her where the b*dy was, she kept repeating that

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

days ago and had not returned. I got his

no b*dy found and the supposed victim unreachable, the pollee could not confirm anything, Sophia kept muttering, “I killed him, stabbed him over and over again. There was so much blood… The house was covered in blood. I was so

the police took her home. There was indeed a pool of blood in the living room. At first, the police thought

not be reached and the police could not confirm the situation for the time being, they stayed at Sophia’s house, looking for the

in a hurry to leave. Idris, on the other hand, was receiving one phone call after another. I did not need to guess

not help but sneer. “You seem busy,

at his phone but at me, asking,

to leave. I’m also curious about what’s going on here. I want to