She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Chapter 133

133 My Own Justice

Scarlett’s POV

3 don’t know if it belongs to your mom yet, but that necklace definitely has a story behind it,” Lucas smirks with confidence. “The chain has some rust on it. By the smell left in the case? I’d say…”

I hold my breath, and he purses his lips, looking at me with a teasing smirk. I feel an anxiety rush when I realize he is taunting me, “What–71*

“Blood,” He blurts calmly, cutting my outburst out, and giving me another anxiety rush yet again.

“What?!” I shrill

away from it and closer to the window. Right. It’s not something for

there be blood on there? Do drug users spill blood when they are dying?” I can’t sort out a million questions in my mind, “And also, why would a junkie have such a nice necklace? And why would

He looks very bothered, rolling his eyes and rubbing his hair, like a

Duh?!

is completely shut down at the shocking fact that I JUST saw the belongings of my Mom passing me — on Ava’s neck, ugh — but! Passing me! I was so close to

Fuller is lying through and through? Your Mom wasn’t a junkie, she might have died but certainly not of overdose, and from the quality of that

jaw, but the

from my Mom, and lied about where I came from. It makes sense that he guards his study tighter than a prison – he doesn’t want me to look for my family because if Mom was not a poor,

conveniently there to take me at the one moment when my Mom couldn’t protect me? And most importantly why didn’t my family come

want me

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