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Rachel apologized to me and even bought me a bunch of clothes. Funny enough, I’d known Logan longer than Maggie had.
I used to tutor Logan for a while.
My patience and dedication earned me a good relationship with Rachel.
Maggie met Logan through me.
Seeing the weariness in Rachel’s eyes stirred a twinge of guilt within me.
She had helped me so much, yet here I was, plotting against her son.
But the sting of being stabbed in my past life was unforgettable.
Even a madman must face the consequences, and Logan truly wasn’t a good son.
Rachel had opposed the marriage, but Logan had resorted to self–harm to get his way.
Such actions only lowered him in Rachel’s eyes.
Rachel never had just one option for a son. Logan just assumed he was the only choice, and
Maggie did too.
“Lina, I suggest you hand over the house to me, or who knows if today’s events will happen
again.” Maggie’s call came, dripping with malice. She was clearly aware of the day’s events.
I retorted bluntly, “You’re delusional if you think a few words will get you my house.”
This place was prime real estate, worth several times more now than when my parents
bought it, around a cool five million. I was an orphan sitting on a gold mine. No wonder she’d
rather see me gone to patch up Vincent’s debts.
Maggie sneered, saying, “Lina, you know the law doesn’t punish the insane for murder, right?
Logan only listens to me. Call the cops if you want, but it won’t change anything. I just vented a
bit, and who knew he’d go off the rails?”
The veiled threat was blatant.
I mused, “Is robbery this brazen nowadays?”
But she wasn’t wrong; she was a classic case of a lunatic, having nothing left to lose. With
Logan as her weapon, Maggie was fearless.
“Over my dead body will you get that house,” I snapped, ending the call.
I mused, “Doesn’t she realize that a weapon can backfire?”
It was clear I couldn’t stay home, so I moved in with Rachel for the time being.
The Miller family was involved in business.
Rachel had two sons: Logan, who suffered from severe manic episodes, and Barry, who was intellectually challenged.
After Logan was born, Rachel put in most of her effort with him, leaving little for Barry.
But Barry was just slow, not unkind.
“Hello, Ms. Anderson,” Barry greeted me sweetly.
I gave him a hug, asking about his meals, his playtime, and his studies.
He replied steadily, albeit slowly but fluently.
When Rachel returned, I suggested Barry go say hi to his mom. “Mom,” he called, his eyes
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Rachel confided, sounding defeated. “His condition has been all over the place lately. We wanted him to stay in the hospital for treatment, but he ran away.”
Logan was holed up at Vincent’s, claiming he’d kill me to make amends with his beloved
Maggie.
I couldn’t help but think, “The delusional fool. He doesn’t realize his limitations. When he got in
trouble before, Rachel bailed him out. Without Rachel, he’s just another person.”
“Lina, make yourself at home. I’ve instructed everyone not to let Logan in,” Rachel assured me,
a hint of resignation in her voice.
It was understandable. Cleaning up after her own son for so many years must be
exhausting.
I needed Rachel to give up on Logan entirely.
I nudged Barry, who immediately caught on and approached with a cup of warm water.
“Mom, you must be tired. Have some water.”
Nothing highlighted differences better than a comparison. A sweet, dutiful son like Barry was
leagues better than his elder brother, who constantly created messes.
Watching the loving bond between mother and son made me smile.
I’d heard Logan stormed over, ready to cause trouble, but Rachel turned him away.
He even lashed out at a few security guards, though Rachel eventually got things under
control.
His antics only added to Rachel’s disappointment in him.
“Lina, what’s your deal? It’s not even your house! What are you hiding from?”
Maggie’s frustration bubbled over when I remained hidden.
I taunted back, “I’m not coming out. What can you do about it?”
Maggie snapped, “Just you wait!”
The opportunity I’d been waiting for finally came.
I took Barry for a walk around the villa, quizzing him along the way.
He furrowed his brow, deep in concentration, mulling over a problem.
“Having trouble, little smarty?” I teased.
And that was when things went south.
Barry suddenly beamed and yelled, “Brother!”
A chill ran down my spine.
I turned and saw Logan, somehow having slipped in wearing a delivery uniform.
Barry, oblivious to the danger, lit up at the sight of his long–missed brother.
“Brother!” he sang, starting toward Logan.
I yanked him back quickly.
I mused, “Damn it! What’s wrong with the security here?”
Logan, having learned from past mistakes, rolled up his sleeves and sprinted toward me.
I ran too, pulling Barry with me, shouting for help at the top of my lungs.
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