Freya cried for a long time, and after Kevin waited for her to calm down. He called Conrad in, and gloomily instructed him, “Send her back to rest well, and tell me immediately if she’s uncomfortable.”
Then, he coldly walked out of the box, and when he passed by Bella, Bella reached out and tried to hold him, “Kevin …”
However, he walked past with deaf ears, as if he hadn’t heard, or as if he had heard but didn’t want to say anything.
Bella gazed at her hand in the air. Before she could feel sad, she quickly followed him. A storm was coming.
Sitting in his car, both of them did not speak, and couldn’t accept the sudden truth. Kevin was angry, and Bella was heartbroken.
If the truth was really as Freya said, then the real problem between her and Kevin would emerge.
In the blink of an eye, the car drove to the Cloud Mansion. In normal times, Kevin would pull open the door for Bella after getting off the car, but today it was as if he had forgotten her. After getting off the car alone, he strode towards the living room.
Although Bella was a little lost, she could understand Kevin’s anger now. Kevin must have even had the intention to kill.
Closely followed him into the living room. She skimmed Blanche sitting on the living room sofa. Bella was very depressed. How could such a kind old woman’s hands be stained with blood?
“Hey, didn’t you two go out to dinner? Why are you back so soon?”
Blanche, not yet knowing what would happen next, asked them with a smile.
“Where’s Dad?”
Kevin coldly questioned. Blanche was startled, “He’s in the study. What’s wrong?”
Instead of answering his mother, he walked straight to the door of the study and slammed it open, “Come out, I have something to ask you.”
Kevin would rarely talk to his parents in such an attitude, except for the last time he had a fight with his father. He usually never contradicted them, let alone speak in a rough tone.
Patrick came out from the study, confused, “What’s wrong?”
Kevin similarly ignored him and walked up to his sister, “Lena, you come with me.”
Lena was confused, not knowing what her brother wanted to do. She followed him upstairs. Kevin brought her to his study, suddenly reached out and locked the door from the outside.
Bang, bang, bang, Lena knocked on the door in a panic, “Brother, what are you doing? Why did you lock me up?!”
“Stay honest for a while. I’ll finish talking to them and then you can come out!”
Kevin went downstairs. On the sofa, Patrick and his wife had been sitting squarely in wait for him, and did hear the noise upstairs. Blanche was the first to ask, “Why did you put your sister locked up?”
Bella knew it by heart, and stood in sadness.
“Because I don’t want her to see the despicable side of her proud parents.”
“How dare you say that! Who are you talking to?”
Patrick stood up, extremely angry.
“I’m just talking to you guys!”
Kevin growled and roared, burning with anger.
“What happened that you have to yell at us like that?”
Blanche asked in exasperation, looking askance at Bella, expecting her to dispel doubts at once, but Bella didn’t say anything.
It wasn’t that she didn’t say anything, but at this moment, what could she say?
“What have you done to Freya’s parents? Did you ruin my love three years ago?”
Kevin suppressed the anger and gnashed his teeth in question.
Then, suddenly, Patrick and his wife paled, and this instant change in expression had verified that the truth, though cruel, was the truth after all.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Patrick vehemently denied.
“Do you still have to keep pretending by now? Are you still trying to hide it from me like I’m an idiot? Do you think you guys can really kill people and no one will even know it?!”
Kevin exploded with the rage, as soon as he finished speaking, he slammed all the teacups next to the sofa onto the floor.
Bella was shocked. She had never seen Kevin being so angry. His anger was like a bomb that exploded unexpectedly.
Patrick and Blanche were shocked. They had never dreamed that their son would suddenly know the truth, and never thought that he knew it so early.
“Why don’t you say anything? Why don’t you even deny it?”
Kevin growled like a madman. It couldn’t be more disappointing than the fact that his parents had ruined his life and hopes by their own hands.
“I did it all by myself. It has nothing to do with your mother.”
It was too late. Patrick knew he couldn’t hide it anymore and confessed.
“It has nothing to do with your father. I’m the one who killed Camille and Felton.”
Blanche assumed the responsibility. In fact, both of them didn’t lie, because neither of them knew what the other had done.
“One of you designed a conspiracy to break up Freya and me, and the other murdered her parents. Are you my parents? Are you the parents I know? You are not. You are the devil!”
“You’re lying. Freya only left you for money. Your father didn’t devise any scheme.”
Blanche eagerly defended her husband.
“Your mother didn’t kill anyone either. She’s never even met Camille!”
Patrick was equally eager to defend his wife’s innocence.
“No? So, you’ve done things that the other one doesn’t know about, right?”
Kevin sneered in despair, feeling bitterly sad.
Blanche and Patrick gazed at each other, suddenly realizing that the other party might have done some things without telling himself, which had never been confessed to each other.
“Well, it seems that your love for each other is fake.” Kevin mocked and sneered again, “Since you all don’t know, let me tell you!”
He walked up to his father and angrily questioned, “Did you pay off a terminally ill man with a million dollars to crash Felton’s car, thus creating a hit-and-run, and then produce eyewitness evidence to threaten Freya to leave me? Did you look for someone to lure Camille into gambling, let her lose money and lend her a loan shark, and then smash and grab her house when she didn’t have the money to pay her back? Did you say that there would be more horrific acts than this if Freya won’t leave me?”
Blanche looked surprised. She really didn’t know these, and thought Freya left because Patrick gave her money. She never thought that Patrick had set up such a trap.
“And you, did you hold a grudge that Camille had an affair with your husband back then, so you found someone to do something to the Macadams’ car to create the illusion that Felton and Camille were killed accidentally?”
Patrick was shocked, glancing at his wife, “Blanche, you …”
The atmosphere suddenly turned frosty and the couple looked at each other incredulously, which made Bella think of Alice’s words that even two people who loved each other had secrets that the other didn’t know.
“It looks like everything I said is the truth!”
Kevin was completely disappointed with his parents. He suddenly went to the telephone and reached out to dial 110. Bella rushed over, “What are you doing?”
“It is only right and proper that murder is punished by death!”
“You’re crazy! They’re your parents who raised you!”
“So what!”
“Then you can’t put them in jail yourself. You always have to get to the bottom of things. What you’re saying now is just a one-sided account of what happened to Freya. Have you listened to Mom and Dad’s account? I’m sure they have their reasons for having to suffer!”
“Enough, they haven’t denied. Killing is killing, and there is no explainable reason for it!”
“Why not? We don’t talk about it, but it doesn’t mean we don’t have our frustrations. Your father and I aren’t the cold-blooded and heartless. We have our frustrations with anything we do.”
“Okay, so tell me, what are your frustrations?”
Kevin threw the phone back on the table, coldly waiting for his parents to give him a reason that would be acceptable to him.
“You speak first.”
Blanche sat back on the couch with a blank expression, weeping.