Ch. My previous life 17 My previous life 17

Qupter 9 

“You’re truly a rotten saul” 

I stood there, dazed for a few seconds, before I instinctively opened my mouth to defend myself. 

But he cut me off with a sharp wave of his hand 

“All lies. I don’t believe a word of your excuses.” 

Arold the shocked murmurs from the audience, I heard someone scream, “Blood Look, there’s so much blood on her dress!” 

The labric of my dress, stained with a mix of blood and dust, my tangled hair, and my swollen ankle–every detail of my appearance confirmed the truth of my words, 

Linda clung to the piano bench, struggling to her feet. 

The look in her eyes, full of deep–seated hatred and bitterness, twisted for a moment before settling back into her usual soft, innocent