Reborn of Kate by Isla Rainfield

Chapter 248 To See or Not to See 

Kate drew her coat around her shoulders, turning to find Eric seated on the sofa with a countenance as dark as a gathering storm. His presence was heavy, suffused with an air of impending tempest, and he regarded her silently, eyes brimming with profound emotions. 

Kate hesitated briefly, beholding Eric’s sombre aura, before she ventured, “Ric, won’t you accompany me?” 

Eric’s fists clenched tightly, his gaze carrying a chill as he responded impassively, “For what reason?” 

Kate sighed in frustration, then spoke earnestly, “I find it unexpected that Simon has met his end now. Wasn’t he to be released soon? How did he come to a sudden conflict, fatally pierced in the main artery 

Eric’s tone remained cool, “Why would I know?” 

Alas, he truly seems angered…. 

Kate drew nearer, pressing softly against Eric, seeking to kiss him, whispering as their lips met, “Ric, I fneant no other. I merely seek assurance of his departure. In my heart, you alone reside, truly.” 

Eric pursed his lips, a blend of hurt and frustration marking his expression. 

He had indeed witnessed her stunned reaction upon learning of Simon’s demise, yet she seemed oblivious to his own troubled state. 

If she professed no vestige of sentiment for Simon, he could not believe it. Yet Kate’s words held reason; she wished to ascertain Simon’s true passing 

Yet Kate’s words held reason; she wished to ascertain Simon’s true passing. 

“Ric, can your anger subside? I erred, I confess.” 

Kate nestled against him, her voice tender and sincere. 

Eric’s ire abated somewhat. He gazed helplessly at Kate, who clung to him plaintively, and sighed softly. 

“We journey to the constabulary, do we not? Let us proceed.” 

He rose, retrieving his coat, and addressed her with indifference. 

Kate promptly followed suit. 

Swiftly they arrived at the police precinct. Though the hour was late, officers remained vigilant. After ascertaining their intent, they were led to the mortuary where the deceased lay. 

Simon’s form had recently arrived, shrouded in white, resting in serene repose within the morgue. The cloth bore stains of crimson hue. 

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“Yes.” 

“No.” 

Simultaneous responses echoed. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Yes‘ came from Kate, and ‘No‘ from Eric. 

The contrary answers perplexed the constable, who hesitated, “Should I unveil 

Kate’s frosty gaze fixated on the white shroud, her voice cold as she asserted, “Certainly, I wish to see.” 

She sought witness to Simon’s demise in its full desolation! 

Perished by the main artery’s piercing? Ah, such swift demise must seem a meagre end for him. 

Kate’s eyes grew ever colder. 

Initially inclined to decline, Eric hesitated under Kate’s icy gaze and remained silent. 

The constable advanced, gently lifting the head, and with gloved hands, revealed Simon’s countenance 

beneath the shroud. 

Simultaneously, Eric tightly clasped Kate’s hand. 

Beneath the pall, a visage contorted and distorted emerged. 

Simon’s face bore a twisted aspect, eyes wide in horror, a grim gash upon his neck. Blood stained his form, revealing glimpses of trachea and stark white bones through the wound. 

He was restless in death. 

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