Chapter 16

It was 3:00 am. Victor's phone was buzzing like mad. Amelia had sent him a photo of her slit wrists and blood seeping over the edge of the bathtub. Her text said, "Farewell, Victor." Victor immediately got up. His fingers were trembling uncontrollably. All these years, he always had a good sense of responsibility. Although he had seen Amelia's true colors, he couldn't just ignore her. 20 minutes later, he kicked open the door to Amelia's apartment. Instead, he found her sitting on the couch. She wore delicate makeup, and there was only a faint scar on her wrist. "You lied to me again." Victor's voice was as cold as ice. Amelia laughed as she swirled the wine in her glass. "If I didn't send you that picture, would you have willingly come here?" Victor was about to walk away, but he suddenly felt rather dizzy. The glass of water next to him had been spiked. Before he lost consciousness, the last thing he saw was Amelia's twisted smile. She held her phone close to his face. "