“What are you babbling about?”

Georgia demanded furiously. Robert grabbed her hand.

“Don’t listen to her bullshit.”

Sierra, though, started cackling madly.

“Would I still lie to you about such a thing at a time like this? You can’t even imagine everything Robert’s been through in the past year. Why else would he have been so thankful, even believing me to the point of promising to marry me? I appeared at his side in the guise of a savior all along, and he couldn’t have been anything other than grateful.

“But all that acting and he still caught on. I wanted to ask you, Robert – before you planned to fake your death, where did I go wrong?”

Georgia tensed, fearful that Sierra was telling the truth. She looked nervously at Robert.

Robert smiled faintly at Sierra.

“Because you’re not Wesley’s biological mother. You made a misstep there, which led me to start suspecting you.”

“It was for that reason, huh.”

Sierra chuckled self-deprecatingly.

“I guess someone who’s not biologically related will never be able to act as loving as a real mother. No wonder you found something off. But so what? You can shut me up here, or even take me someplace to be tortured. You won’t be any better off, Robert Simpson. I don’t believe you’re unaware. Your body’s already been through all sorts of human experimentation. It’s run ragged. I don’t believe you can live long enough to be with Georgia for the rest of her life.”

gaze that was both hateful

mockery there, as if sneering at Robert’s victory, and the time he didn’t

was

then

all. Georgia looked in horror

telling the

laughter

talk about it outside. Don’t bother with her. She’s

out of the basement. A freezing wind there seemed to rustle at her and goosebumps rose on her skin. Georgia felt

on her, but

paler and paler, Robert wrapped his arms

over Sierra’s words. She’s just taking it out on

it is or how much hidden troubles you have, you shouldn’t keep it from me. The first time you faked your death, I can look over it, but if something like that happened again, and you kept it from me deliberately, I

with fear, looked at Robert standing before

and handsome as the man she’d known

of the year

things you’ve been through must have robbed you of all your dignity once. It might be too hard on you to have you list them all. I won’t force you to speak about them. I wanted to ask you something else. When you first had your incident, your leg wound hadn’t fully healed yet. The original plan was to go through a few more neural surgeries, then stand again slowly through physical therapy. That was a long plan that needed a whole year, but you disappeared after the first surgery. You kept on vanishing this year, and I don’t believe Sierra would have gotten anyone to help you with surgery, much less

Sierra’s talk of human experimentation

definitely no normal lab, but the sort of

human bodies through all sorts of psychopathic tests. Georgia couldn’t even

idiot right now. How was

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