Chapter 960

Rachel was caught off guard and fell backwards, straight down from the

trestle.

The weather was already cold, and the biting wind, as she descended,

burrowed sharply into her collar, chilling her to the bone.

But, the coldness was hardly as much as the fear that this moment

brought her.

In front of her eyes, there was a vast sky without stars or moon, as if a

huge black hole had swallowed her up.

The scenery around her and the neon lights in the distance were all

away from her.

At this moment, she finally understood it all.

Too bad it's too late!

Charlotte was never really the daughter of the Heath family!

Now that she was on the verge of death, she vaguely remembered that

back then, Joyce and Charlotte came to the orphanage separately

offering their hair and nails.

Joyce had to leave first that day, and Charlotte said she wanted to take

her to dinner, urging her to change her clothes.

It must be that Charlotte had swapped the samples while she was

changing in the dressing room.

Gee.

Everything had been wrong since the beginning! So wrong!

Charlotte took Joyce's place and she had neglected her duties.

It turned out that Joyce was the daughter of the Heath family.

She had always felt that a child like Joyce, who was so gifted and

intelligent and had an extraordinary temperament, was by no means

ordinary, and she was right.

Although Charlotte was sweet-talking and had tried her best to be

likable, she was always so lowly.

She had been so careless.

When Luther mentioned that the pendant might be a token that could

prove her identity, she should have remembered Cecelia had asked her

something about a pendant.

When she found the pendant Joyce wore as a child, she didn't even

associate the two events together in time.

It was not until she saw Charlotte today that she thought of the Heath

family and of Cecelia.

All the details finally made sense to her, but unfortunately, it was too

late.

"Wow."

The cold, biting water of the lake first touched her head, and then her

back.

Cold, so cold. It was as if she had fallen into a huge hole of ice.

It froze her whole body and she felt stiff and frozen so that she could

feel the pain in even her bones and she could not move.

All that remained was the growing consciousness, informing her that

death had come.

She regretted. She regretted that she didn't associate everything

earlier.

She regretted that he had failed to recognize Charlotte's venomous

nature since she was a child and was blinded by Charlotte's sweet

words.

She regretted everything and regretted for what she did to Joyce.

The water, which pierced her bones like ice, instantly drowned her,

diffused over her mouth and nose, and she could no longer breathe.

The feeling of suffocation, fear, regret, and near death completely

enveloped her.

She knew she's doomed today, and luckily Joyce's pendant was

already in Luther's hands.

Hopefully Mr. Warner could make her death worth it.

Hopefully he could expose Charlotte's true colors of hypocrisy and

insidiousness.

She then kept sinking into the cold and bone-chilling lake. In the end,

she could no longer struggle, and she could no longer think, until she

got to the bottom of the water and closed her eyes forever.

Charlotte stood alone on the trestle bridge, she held on to the railing

and looked at the huge splash that had just come up in the water.

The corners of his lips were pulled extremely high, hooked up in an evil

arc.

The water in the reservoir was very deep and the current was very fast.

In fact, it was not even considered a landscape area, and walks were

forbidden at night, and generally no one would come to this place.

During the daytime, people could see the "Dangerous" sign posted on

the railing.

In the past, every year there were always several suicides in this place.

Usually the body drifted far away with the swift current, and maybe after

a few days, maybe after a long time, it would be finally found.