Passion 17
Of course, Daphne remembered none of that.
However, she was good at observing and reading other
people's expressions. She noticed how peculiar Tristan was behaving that day and how he had kept looking at her arms when she had gotten there.
Seeming to realize something she pretended to reminisce about the past with him. "Of course I remember. You were all covered in blood back then. I'd been scared silly! lode at any moment. I
"The car had been about to remember prying the door open to drag you out. I ended up getting all sorts of cuts and scratches on my arms because of that.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.
"You've got no idea how gruesome the scars on my arms
were after the wounds healed. Fortunately, I had a surgical procedure after that to have them removed."
Daphne vividly remembered the wounds on Yvette's arms. She had met Yvette the day of the accident and had also asked about the scars.
Had it been in the past, Tristan would have undoubtedly believed her words. But he had his reservations now.
Back then, the girl who had saved him had repeatedly told him, "You must stay strong." She hadn't told him not to be afraid. He still remembered her words clearly. Just before they left after having their meal, Tristan took a long look at Daphne.
Then, he said meaningfully, "Daph, you've known me for such a long time. You should know very well that I hate being lied to."
Daphne felt fear creeping into her heart as she watched him leave.
Giving it more thought, she decided that, seeing how Yvette was already dead, there was no one Tristan could ask about what had happened that day
If he noticed anything amiss, all she had to do was deny it.
When Tristan returned to Shaw Residence, he immediately sent someone to look into what had happened back then.
In the past, he hadn't probed the matter when Daphne had claimed to be his savior. After all, no one besides her had stepped forward to declare herself as the one who had saved him. But now he realized that...
He hoped that he hadn't made a mistake.
At Dewberry Manor, Xavier sat in his car just outside the manor. He went through one cigarette after another. Earlier that day, he had gone to Yvette's previous residence, but the place had already been deserted.
He had sent his men to find out where Yvette could have
gone. However, they had yet to come back with any concrete. findings.
Xavier snuffed out his last cigarette as he felt a headache coming on.
The moment he got out of the car and went into the manor, a familiar figure appeared in his vision.
Xavier's eyes widened as he rushed up to the woman to embrace her. But the moment he leaped over to hug her, the figure vanished.
It was only then that he realized that it was just a hallucination. He sat on the couch and massaged his forehead, trying to hide t disappointment in his eyes.
He hadn't slept a wink last night, so he was exceptionally exhausted. But somehow, sleep evaded him as he eased back onto the couch.
He couldn't believe that Yvette was dead. How could she be? She had been just fine the night before!
Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. Xavier hurriedly got up to open it.
It was Tristan. He had a thick stack of medical records in his
hands, and he looked worn out.
"Xav, I'm here to give you Yvette's medical records," he said, passing Xavier the stack of papers.
Shocked, Xavier took them from Tristan. There were at least hundreds of pages.
He flipped open the folder and found that most of Yvette's treatments had started three years ago. Xavier slowly went through the records, page by page.
Seated across from him, Tristan couldn't help saying, "Xav, Yvette's really gone now.
"I saw from the records that she suffered from severe depression and had also been pregnant. Just a few days ago, she had gone to extreme measures of overdosing on sleeping pills. She nearly died then. "This time, she opted to... slit her wrists. They weren't able to resuscitate her."
When Xavier heard that she had been pregnant, he instantly paused.
He couldn't believe what he had heard. Without giving
Tristan a response, he continued flipping through Yvette's medical reports quickly.
As he did so, he felt like there was a heavy rock weighing down on his heart, suffocating him. However, all he said was, "Severely depressed? So, was that my fault? I didn't force her to marry me!"
When he saw Yvette's pregnancy record, he checked the date and found that it was right around the time they had shared their first night together.
"Pregnant?"
As Xavier slowly ran his finger over the word, he felt his throat tighten. But still, he forced out the words, "Who knows whose child she carried?" Tristan felt a surge of pity for Yvette upon hearing that.