âOkay then.
â Seeing that I looked normal again, Ivy didnât press the matter.
After breakfast, I found myself with nothing to do.
When someone was idle, their mind tended to wander.
The murder case was weighing heavily on my mind, and I couldnât stop thinking about the elusive killer.
I felt an odd sense of unease.
This shadowy figure seemed too outlandish, nothing like a typical murderer.
I had figured out his aversion to blood and his pattern of targeting drunk individuals walking alone, and I reported all this to Caleb.
Despite that, I still wasnât fully confident about our chances of catching him.
I had never faced him, so I was unsure of his real strength.
If he was as powerful as Gale, then Caleb might be in danger.
The more I thought about it, the more anxious I got.
I couldnât help but say worriedly, âIvy, what do we do? We donât know whatâs happening with Caleb, whether heâs caught the murderer, or if heâs been hurt.
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âHoney, donât worry.
â Ivy noticed my anxiety and offered comfort.
âDonât overthink it.
Caleb is strong and clever.
Heâll definitely catch the murderer and keep himself safe!â
I gazed at the sunlight and murmured, âI hope so.
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âIt will happen!â Ivy declared confidently, her words brimming with certainty.
But then something occurred to her, and she began to grumble, âHoney, honestly, youâre being too careless.
Youâre pregnant, yet you donât look after yourself properly.
Have you thought about what would happen if the murderer came after you?â
Her irritation grew.
âBesides, we have no clue how dangerous this murderer is, and there were no witnesses at the scene.
Itâs just luck that we werenât his targets, or we might have been dead by now, meeting only in the afterlife.
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I stayed silent, listening to Ivyâs complaints.
She was right, and I knew it.
âIvy, Iâm sorry.
â I gently touched my swollen belly, feeling a twinge of guilt.
âI know I need to protect the baby, but every time I think about that murderer hurting people in the Thorn Edge Pack, I just canât stand it.
It was a rash decision.
â
Ivy looked unimpressed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
âSo you just had to confront him because you couldnât stand being upset?â
I swallowed hard, defending myself.
âAt that moment, I thought if he got away, someone else would get hurt soon.
So, I actedâ¦â
âAnd he still escaped, didnât he?â Ivy snapped.
âAnd now youâre being blamed for his crimes, mistaken for the murderer.
Look where thatâs got you.
Youâre locked up in this dark cell.
The murderer would be thrilled to see this.
â
I had no words in response.
As I fell silent, the sound of firm, confident footsteps approached.
I turned to see a tall, strong man coming our way.