Chapter 347:
Since Caden had been gone for so long, Shelia had grown increasingly impatient—and now, she was hell-bent on venting her anger on Alicia.
Without hesitation, Shelia pulled a knife from her coat and slowly approached Alicia’s sleeping figure, her movements deliberate and calculated.
But just as she was inches from the desk, the room was swallowed by darkness.
Thick curtains blocked out every trace of light, plunging the office into a pitch-black void.
Shelia froze, an eerie chill creeping up her spine.
It was so dark that she couldn’t even see her hand in front of her face.
Panic surged in her chest as she instinctively stepped back, desperate to flee.
Then, Alicia’s voice rang out—soft but laced with something sinister.
“Shelia… don’t you want to kill me anymore?”
Shelia’s heart leaped into her throat.
“A-Alicia?” she stammered.
But then, from the opposite corner, came another voice—low, haunting.
“Shelia…”
That voice—it wasn’t Alicia’s, it couldn’t be!
Shelia spun toward the sound, her eyes wide, but she saw nothing but darkness.
The voice was a raspy whisper, echoing through the room like a forgotten memory.
“Shelia…”
A scream tore from Shelia’s throat.
That voice—it sent a shock of terror down her spine.
It sounded just like Caden’s mother, in her final moments—those agonizing moans as she lay dying in childbirth all those years ago.
Shelia couldn’t bear another second in the room.
She stumbled blindly, her breath coming in ragged gasps, frantically searching for the door.
Then, just ahead, a faint greenish light flickered to life.
Shelia’s eyes darted toward the light, and what she saw made her blood run cold.
Surrounded by a sickly green glow stood a woman, her hair wild and unkempt, her face shadowed.
But her swollen belly was unmistakable.
A white dress clung to her frame, and down her legs, blood streamed in sickening rivulets.
Alicia’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the eerie figure before her, momentarily stunned.
Could this ghostly creation… be modeled after Caden’s mother?
Shelia’s reaction was far more extreme.
She let out a bloodcurdling scream and collapsed, shaking uncontrollably.
The woman, with deliberate, almost haunting movements, glided toward Shelia.Original from .
Her fingers curled around Shelia’s throat like ice.
She leaned in, her voice a low rasp.
“Why did you kill me? Why?”
Shelia, already fragile under the weight of her guilt and terror, crumbled completely, fainting as the last of her strength drained away.
The ghostly figure then immediately dropped the act, brushing her hair out of her face with a casual flick of her wrist.
She looked at Alicia and calmly said, “Ms.
Bennett, she’s out cold.”
Alicia snapped out of her daze, her pulse racing as she quickly moved to restore the power.
The room was instantly bathed in bright, steady light, bringing an abrupt clarity to the surreal scene.
Alicia eyed the model, her expression hard to read—somewhere between intrigue and wariness.
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