Chapter 23

Cyril explained, "Back then, Anna kept threatening suicide. If I didn't pretend to go along with her, it would've meant her blood was on my hands. And my family was constantly pressuring me too. But Trisha, come back with me. "This time, I won't let any of that stop me. The only person I love is you. I have to be with you. I'm sure they'll understand that eventually." The chill night breeze carried Cyril's words straight to her nerves, sobering Trisha almost instantly. As she watched his panicked expression, Trisha curled her lips into a sardonic smile. "Cyril, deep down, you always knew, didn't you? That all of Anna's suicide attempts were nothing but an act." Her voice was light yet razor-sharp. Cyril's pupils contracted violently, his lips trembling. "I—No, she really—" "That came later." Trisha cut him off, her gaze clear and detached. "It was because you chose to indulge her, again and again, that she became more and more twisted." She raised a hand to smooth her wind-blow