Chapter 15

Chelsea's hands shook violently as she took a step back. She felt as if an invisible hand was choking her, rendering her unable to make a sound. She wanted to scream and run away, having finally understood the reason behind the faint smell of rotting flesh and the freezing temperature in the villa. However, Tristan simply looked at her with a calm face devoid of any expression. It was like staring at a pool of stagnant water. "You were the one who sent her those messages, weren't you?" Tristan asked softly. Chelsea couldn't utter a word. Her back was pressed against the wall as she shook her head frantically with tears streaming down her face. After a long, tense silence, she finally choked out, "Y-You're insane! Leticia is dead! What the hell are you doing?" Tristan's face fell immediately. He stood up and strode over to Chelsea and questioned grimly, "She's dead, you say? Whose fault is that? You'd better be honest and tell me now! Was it you?" Chelsea tried to run, but her leg