Chapter 2631
He took a few swift steps forward and struck Mara’s wrist with a sudden flick of his hand. She let out a shriek as the knife clattered to the floor, her last weapon now gone.
Ivy’s smile was fragile, her face pale with the weakness that only comes after a long illness.
“If I hadn’t pushed you to your limits, how else would you have willingly walked into our trap, revealing your true colors like this? Oh, Mara, dear Mara, I’ve suspected you for so long, and now, at last, I have the proof. After killing your own sister for so many years, you still didn’t get what you wanted in the end.”
Mara, taken aback, retorted, “What do you mean?”
“Don’t you see? After all these years playing the doting sister, you still don’t get it. The biggest difference between you two is her genuine kindness. And that’s something you can never match.”
Mara scoffed, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. After all those years as sisters, do you really think you understand her better than I do? Kindness? That was just a facade she put on for others, her greatest act. To the world, she was always the understanding, caring, and compassionate one, but the truth? She drove me into a corner. You’ve never lived with her. You can’t imagine how suffocating it was to share the same space with her. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be on this path of no return. The man I loved never loved me back.”
Her eyes drifted to Balfour, but his attention was wholly fixed on Ivy, not sparing Mara a single glance. A bitter ache filled her heart.
Ivy, watching Mara’s descent into mad desperation, offered a look of pity. “That’s why I keep saying you never really knew your sister. You have no idea what she did, nor why your plot years ago went off without a hitch.”
Mara sneered coldly, “Don’t be so smug. You have no clue about what really happened back then.”
“Really? Then tell me, how did a girl like you, not yet of age, manage to stage the perfect scene? Why didn’t the detectives pursue the inconsistencies? Do you think your acting was so convincing that you could fool everyone? If you believe that faking a suicide would stop an investigation, you’re sorely mistaken.”
Mara knew she had to stop Ivy from talking. She didn’t understand the whole story; how could she possibly know the truth about what had happened back then?
She remembered the moment Victoria’s breath slipped away in her arms, the sensation still vivid in her mind.
Had it all been too easy? From drugging the meal to staging the scene and then leaving her past behind to start anew, everything had been simpler than she expected. Even the police wrapped things up quickly.
Ivy’s words forced Mara to revisit those details once again. She never cooked; she admitted that between her and Victoria, it was always Victoria who took care of her more. That was her debt to repay.
That weekend, Mara had made an exception and cooked a Thanksgiving meal. It was a rare moment since their father’s death that the two sat down together for a proper dinner, let alone one prepared by her own hands.
Victoria must have been so touched; she truly believed Mara had forgiven her. Who could have guessed that the sweet poison was served by her sister’s hand?
“Mara, did you really make this yourself?” Victoria’s eyes brimmed with tears, almost visibly etching the word ‘touched’ upon her face.
Mara nodded nonchalantly, “Yeah, but it might not taste great. If it’s that bad, we could just get takeout.”
As she pretended to take the dish away, Victoria stopped her quickly, “Oh, how could I mind? It’s your first time cooking; of course, I’m going to eat every last bite.”
Victoria’s face shone with a rare, unguarded smile, believing that Mara had truly forgiven her. Despite their past fights and disagreements, even with their father’s health failing, they had still managed to walk forward, hand in hand.
She was grateful.
