Chapter 50
Chapter 50
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The voice seemed to crawl up from the depths of hell, sending a chill straight through me. He still wore that polite smile, as if the terrifying words he’d just spoken hadn’t come from him at all.
I asked. “Everything? Didn’t you almost kill me? Do you really think I won’t call the police right now?”
“Go ahead, call them, Dexter said, as if resigned. He handed me his phone. “But before you do, let’s eat first, okay!”
His tone was like he was talking to a child. If it weren’t for everything that had happened, I might’ve found his words oddly soothing. But now, I just stared at him, refusing to take the phone.
Things weren’t going the way I’d imagined. I was still in the hospital, and had no idea what was going on outside. From Dexter’s behavior, it looked like he was waiting for me to call the police.
But I thought, “Why is he so eager? He was the one who nearly killed me, after all…
I picked up the spoon with my good hand and started eating. I didn’t say anything, but my actions were a clear sign of my reluctant compromise.
Dexter’s face lit up, and he seemed genuinely pleased. After finishing my meal, I sent him out of the room on purpose, then grabbed the phone.
Not long after, a few of my colleagues came to visit.
Among them was Holly. She looked at me with hesitation, staying behind the others and not stepping forward.
It had been so long since I’d seen familiar faces. I felt a mix of warmth and joy as I talked to them for a while.
Dexter was running around, pouring coffee and offering fruit. Just then, the door opened, and several police officers entered “Who made the call?” the lead officer asked.
“I did,” I said.
Dexter instantly tensed up. As soon as no one was looking, he shot me a fierce glare.
I ignored him and continued, “Officer, I need to report something…”
Before I could finish, Dexter interrupted. “Sylvia, I’ve told you countless times, your condition isn’t stable right now. You can’t just make random calls or call the police like this.
“Aren’t you just causing trouble? I know you’re upset because I couldn’t save you that day, but that wasn’t my fault.”
He sighed heavily. “Seeing you like this really hurts me, but you can’t go around saying I’m a murderer, can you? I’m your husband. This really breaks my heart.”
He cast a sorrowful glance at the officers. “I’m sorry, officers. My wife’s injured. She’s been a little shaken up,” he said. pointing to his head.
I was stunned, fighting the urge to laugh. I thought, ‘So this is his plan..
The officers exchanged confused glances, then looked down at their reports. “Murderer? What murderer? Sylvia, didn’t you say you wanted to report a safety issue at the Hot Springs Resort How did we get to a murder case?”
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Now it was Dexter’s turn to look dumbfounded, I watched the shock spread across his face, feeling a twisted satisfaction.
1 cleared my throat and spoke up again. “Yes, I fell into the raving behind the Hot Springs Resort. I was stuck there for days before anyone found me.
“If it had been a child or an elderly person, they’d be dead by now. I’ve been in the hospital ever since, and the resort hasn’t even shown up. I want to protect my legal rights.
Before I could finish, Dexter’s face turned ashen.
Finally, after explaining everything, I sent the police off. While my colleagues were still around, I turned to Dexter and asked, “Why did you say I’m crazy earlier? I didn’t say anything. Why do you think you’re a murderer? Dexter… is your illness acting up again?”
Sheila looked surprised. “What illness?”
Dexter shot me a sharp glare. “You’re still recovering. Don’t say nonsense.
“Right, right, I misspoke,” I said, feigning embarrassment. I forced a nervous smile at my colleagues.
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