Free Web NovelChapter 305: Chapter 305: I’m Going to Dig Up His Grave...
Cecilia Vaughn’s face suddenly froze with concern.
Regarding those dark past events, Cecilia absolutely didn’t want others to know, especially her two most cared for family members, Evan Vaughn and Joan Sinclair.
Those three years in the past were something she would find hard to articulate for the rest of her life, fraught with shame and trauma, and Cecilia preferred to pretend they never happened.
"Ahem... Evan, what nonsense are you thinking about?"
"I’ve never had any grievances or enmity with others, and murder is a serious crime. How could a sentence end in three years? If I really did those things, how could I be standing in front of you, all well and fine?"
Cecilia put on a feigned surprised smile, as if everything Evan said was entirely fabricated from his imagination.
She even smiled and reached out to poke Evan’s cheek, placing a soft cushion by his side.
"Here, turn your body a bit this way; does this feel a bit better?"
Seeing Cecilia deliberately avoiding the topic, Evan’s heart clenched tightly, and his gaze was fixated on her. He couldn’t overlook that initial, unnatural smile on Cecilia’s face.
Although Cecilia quickly hid the stiff expression well, Evan knew he might really have guessed the truth.
Evan stared intently at Cecilia; he didn’t even acknowledge her words or the cushion she brought.
He just insisted on looking at her in this way.
It’s actually quite difficult to lie to those you are closest and most familiar with, particularly when the other person has detected something unusual; it becomes even more challenging.
"Sis, do you really plan to deceive me for a lifetime?"
The atmosphere became suffocating.
Cecilia was silent for two seconds; unlike Fiona Vaughn, who naturally had acting skills expertly honed, Cecilia couldn’t meet her brother’s tearful eyes even for a short moment.
Cecilia felt a twinge in her heart.
"It wasn’t that bad; although I was abroad for treatment those three years and wasn’t very happy, it wasn’t as miserable as you said. Serving a three-year jail sentence for murder sounds unreliable..."
Evan’s gaze quivered slightly, and his voice had a strong rasp.
"Sis... Have you forgotten that whenever you want to lie, your hands unconsciously go behind your back?"
"..."
Cecilia turned her face away, uncomfortable, but caught a glimpse of Evan’s white-knuckled grip.
In the pressing silence, she suddenly heard Evan’s sorrowful voice.
"Sis... Fiona said you had an affair during your engagement banquet with Young Master Trent, the son of the former board director of Stellerton University, and killed him to prevent being discovered..."
"And you believed that? ——"
Cecilia’s expression changed abruptly.
However, Evan insisted on continuing, firmly shaking his head, his eyes growing more bloodshot.
"Of course I didn’t believe it... But Sis, I’m not stupid. According to Veridian law, murder only requires three years in prison... Did that beast do something to you, and you killed him in a fit of rage..."
Evan tightly gripped the cushion Cecilia handed him, the veins on his hand bulging.
This was really what he wanted to ask most.
Did that beast with the last name Trent bully his sister...
Evan vaguely remembered Young Master Trent.
Because he went to listen to his sister’s speech at the opening ceremony of Stellerton University, excitedly, that day, Young Master Trent, full of fat, rushed up to present flowers, while a nearby senior tutted, saying how the board director’s son would pop up wherever there were beauties.
At that time, Evan felt slightly disgusted but didn’t think much of it. How could he have known that person would cause his sister to serve three years in prison and possibly even...
Just the thought of it made every nerve in his body cry out with intense pain.
Evan stubbornly stared at Cecilia, seeking a truthful answer.
Like a wild, untamed wolf covered in scars, yet still resisting to the end.
...
"Do you really want to know?"
Seeing Evan like this, Cecilia realized the matter probably couldn’t be easily brushed off today.
She felt a headache coming on.
Evan nodded eagerly, even disregarding his newly set bones, trying to stand up and hold Cecilia’s shoulders.
"Why are you so agitated? You just stay lying down properly!"
Cecilia’s heart skipped a beat and she hurriedly pushed the anxious Evan back into place.
"Promise me, no matter what you hear, don’t dwell on it, don’t harbour any thoughts of revenge for me, and definitely don’t let it affect your studies or health."
Her voice gradually grew stern.
"If because of this past event you let your grades drop, I will disown you, and you can scram with your share of the inheritance."
This threat was not light at all, yet the young man lying on the hospital bed stubbornly stared at her.
"Okay, Sis, I promise you, I won’t lose anything small or big."
Is the truth really that important?
Cecilia sighed softly, eyes filled with endless sadness and melancholy, yet seemed so distant.
"Evan, you are very smart, almost got it all right. In the dressing room of the engagement hotel, Young Master Trent tried to violate me, and in a struggle, I killed him accidentally. I served three years in prison and got released..."
The girl closed her eyes. Even though she was talking about her past, it felt as if she was narrating someone else’s story.
Cecilia recounted it lightly, yet Evan, even though he was mentally prepared, still felt a bitter choke in his throat, tasting an iron rust.
He was furious, so much so that if Young Master Trent weren’t already dead, he would have wanted to stab him right now!
"Damn, that beast! I want to dig up his grave..."
"I told you not to get excited; do you want to have a heart attack relapse?"
Cecilia quickly added, "Evan, don’t really take it to heart. At that time, he didn’t even touch my clothing’s hem."
"Sis... I’m sorry... I didn’t protect you well."
Evan’s tears fell pattering down, and Cecilia was stunned.
It’s often said that men don’t easily cry, except when their mother, Wendy Sutton, was reported missing at sea, with not even a body found, she had never seen her brother cry this terribly.
Cecilia’s eyes also grew warm, she lowered her gaze and silently embraced Evan.
"Don’t be afraid, it’s all over now. Nothing can hurt me anymore..."
The siblings both disliked being sentimental, yet at this moment, they held each other tightly, and Evan couldn’t stop crying.
"Sis, I swear I will protect you well from now on."
"Alright, alright, I believe you. A manly man crying is so unattractive, wipe those tears."
Almost simultaneously, a faint teasing came from the cabin door.
"Um... Am I interrupting something?"
