Chapter 118

Aidan returned home. As soon as he picked up "Eliana", his mobile phone rang. He was afraid of it being too noisy for "Eliana". When he was about to turn off the phone, he saw Robert's name on the Caller ID. He hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone. On the other and of the line, Robert reported respectfully, "Aidan, Laura Collins is dead..." "Mmm." Aidan hung up and gently stroked the urn. After a long respite, he walked to the door with her in his arms. He went out of Blanchard Garden and walked quite a distance. He arrived by the side of a wide road. He looked down at the urn in his hands and stood on the side of the road for a long time. Laura's words filled his ears. "You murdered Eliana. If a life's price were demanded, your life is the one that should be demanded." "It's you, Aidan. You always didn't trust her and pushed her into the abyss step by step." He felt sad. She was right. It was his fault. It was his distrust that killed Eliana. She once spoke with an expression full of grief. "Aidan, from the past to the present, if you believed in me even once, we wouldn't reach this stage." He was so distressed that his heart seemed to convolute into a ball. It hurts when he breathed and when he didn't. In his mind, he remembered the scars all over Eliana's face and her determined expression when she crashed into the mirror without hesitation... In a trance, he suddenly stepped into the traffic. The sound of an emergency brake screeched through the air... At the moment Aidan fell to the ground, he still held "Eliana" tightly in his arms. The crowd quickly rushed over to watch, some calling the police, some calling the ambulance... However, these voices were automatically blocked out by Aidan. He looked at the blue sky. Under the dim blue sky, Eliana's face gradually became clear. He slightly lifted the corner of his mouth and moved it slightly. He mouthed her name with difficulty, "Ellie..." With resentment and grief on her face, Eliana looked at him coldly and said, "Aidan, I don't love you anymore. You will go to h*ll. I don't want to see you ever again, not even in my future lives. I will never forgive you..." Before Aidan lost consciousness, he was howling in grief in his heart... No! Ellie, from heaven to earth, he would definitely find her again. Please... Give him another chance... ...... Eliana felt as if her body had been cut by countless sharp knives. After the extreme pain, she felt as if she was bitten by countless ants. Her lips were caught by someone, and someone was tearing her clothes... Her eyes burst open. The first thing she saw was a pair of dreadfully familiar eyes, one that made her shudder in hatred. It was Aidan! She tried her best to push him away. Eliana sniffed. That was the scent of the perfume she made herself... "Bliss". She had only used that perfume once. It was back when she was 18 years old, when she first planned to win Aidan over. She looked at Aidan's face, which was much younger than before, and her mind was in a turmoil. Could it be that she... had been reborn?! Seeing as Aidan approached her again, Eliana did not hesitate to use all her strength and kicked him in the chest. Aidan leaned to one side and fell to the ground. He frowned from the pain. Seeing Aidan throwing himself at her again, Eliana felt disgusted. She used that perfume on herself. As long as she was there, Aidan would be unable to extricate himself from her. However, this time, she would never let that disgusting beast touch her again. Before Aidan regained consciousness, Eliana raised her hand and slapped him in the face. She jumped out of bed, but Aidan threw her onto the table. She picked up the ashtray and smashed it against Aidan's head. When she saw the blood oozing out of his forehead, her eyes were filled with coldness. There was no relief from her retaliation. Rather, hatred kept snowballing in her heart, rising and rising. Just then, her body shook unsteadily, and the tingling sensation arose in her body again. She had to get rid of that perfume as soon as possible, otherwise, she would lose her mind later. She gulped and pushed Aidan away. She grabbed her bag and ran out of the room quickly. She found the public bathroom in the hotel, washed the perfume off her neck, and washed her face. Then, she looked up at herself in the mirror. That was her tender and beautiful face when she was 18 years old. Thinking of her tragic appearance before her death, she subconsciously reached out and touched her cheek. At this time, her face was free from the torture and ordeals she suffered, nor were there all kinds of ugly scars... Her eyes narrowed, and the corner of her lips curled up with a cold and harsh look. She had been given a second chance at life, and she would never repeat the same mistakes. She wouldn't forget to take revenge on every single person that tortured her! At the thought of Aidan in the room, she raised her eyebrows slightly, opened the bag, and took out her mobile phone. Her first step in revenge was... Aidan!