NovelStartChapter 175
Chapter 175:
Katrina stopped in her tracks, her keen eyes darting through the shadows. Out of nowhere, a sudden gust of
wind swept past. The door creaked, nudging softly against the frame, the sound startlingly loud in the quiet of
the night.
Her expression didn’t waver, radiating an icy calm that hinted at an underlying menace.
Turning back into the villa, she closed the balcony door firmly. Holding the spare phone in her grip, she began
descending the stairs.
The master bedroom was eerily silent, the only sound coming from running water in the bathroom. Katrina's
eyes flicked to the floor—the white tiles were pristine and bone-dry. She approached the bathroom door, gave it
a light knock, and leaned in to listen, her ear resting against the cool wood.
“Sweetheart?” she called out.
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Whatever fleeting relief she'd felt earlier evaporated, replaced by a tightening unease curling in her chest.
She made her way to the table and picked up a fruit knife. With the blade firmly in hand, she returned to the
bathroom door.
“Caiden, sweetheart? Are you in there?”
She called his nseveral times, but the only response was the persistent hiss of water flowing behind the
door.
Katrina's fingers curled tightly around the doorknob, her other hand gripping the knife with an unyielding hold.
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The blade was sharp—sharp enough to pierce a chest and sever an artery, causing instant death.
She knew this. She had done it before.
Even after all this time, the exact location of the heart remained seared into her mind, as though permanently
etched like a blueprint. Taking a deep breath, she firmed her hold on the doorknob before shoving the door open
with determined force.
Inside, Caiden lay relaxed in the bathtub, lazily scrolling through his phone. Startled by Katrina's sudden
entrance, he lifted his gaze, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion.
“What's going on? I'm just taking a bath.”
Katrina hid the knife behind her back.
“I've been calling you. Why didn’t you respond?”
Glancing briefly at her, Caiden returned his attention to the screen.
“I'm playing chess on my phone. Didn't hear a thing.”
Katrina forced a nervous laugh.
“I thought something had happened, like you slipped or worse.
You gavequite a scare! At your age, you've got to be more cautious, sweetheart. Don’t stay in too long,
okay? Cout soon.”
Caiden didn’t bother responding, his focus already absorbed by the gon his phone. Katrina lingered in the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdoorway, silently observing his relaxed profile.
Thoughts raced through her mind as she deliberated. Maybe this was the moment—she could step forward and
end it right now.
Just then, a knock broke the tension. The dangerous glint in Katrina's eyes disappeared in an instant. She left the
room, returning the fruit knife to its usual place. Only after that did she turn the handle and open the door. She
shot the housekeeper a sharp glare, her tone curt as she asked, “What now?”
The housekeeper faltered briefly before replying, “Ronald and Wyatt have arrived. They've brought some
members of the Harper family with them.”
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