Chapter 1072

Chapter 1072:

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Davey and his mask!

“What does it feel like?” Davey asked knowingly. He had intended for her to relive those agonizing years, but now he posed the question “what does it feel like?” as if she were a pitifully merciful figure.

Casey's teeth clenched audibly, wanting to consume his flesh and blood. “You should be experiencing something,” she uttered through clenched teeth.

“Davey, you killed my parents just to impress this on my mind, didn't you?” she asked sarcastically. “I certainly remember that. “You are responsible for my parents’ deaths and I will never forget it.”

After all this time pretending to be an innocent fool, Casey could finally unleash her hatred without inhibitions, she was no longer forced to hide it. She fervently wished for Davey's death a thousand times!

Davey's lips twitched subtly downward. Obviously, that wasn't his intention. He wanted Casey to remember that he had been the one who had supported her in those dark times when her parents had died. He wanted her to recognize that she couldn't exist without him.

Davey proceeded to untie the ropes.

In reality, at that moment, Casey lacked the strength to resist.

Davey had merely tied her hands and blacked out her vision to familiarize her with the sensation of darkness. He looked at her tenderly and said, "Casey, you've always been too impulsive, unable to recognize that I act in your own interest."

Casey nearly succumbed to laughter. Looking at his hypocritical expression, she asked, “Are you suggesting that you murdered my parents for my sake?”

“Indeed. They couldn't give you any strength, only suffering. “I was just helping you.” Davey slid a report across the table, saying, “You don't know this, but both of your parents were battling cancer at the time, their lives already short. “I only acted to spare you the agony of their passing.”

Casey's gaze fell on the yellowing medical record, the faded handwriting revealing the doctor's name: Isaac Nguyen. That doctor had treated her family, but the validity of the record was in question.

Davey tapped a stack of old letters and said, “These are Hutton’s last words to you. He wrote these eighteen letters to you, knowing that his time was limited. “I finished them just before the tragedy occurred.”

With shaking hands, Casey opened the letters, and the familiar scrawl of her father's handwriting leapt out at her. Every word, every phrase, revealed his anguish at leaving her behind and his deep concern for her well-being.

Hutton wasn't worried about himself, but about Casey's future. He feared who would take care of her, whether someone would take advantage of his kindness, and who would keep her safe.

Casey devoured the letters, tears streaming down her face as she read, until she was consumed by heart-wrenching sobs, her grief threatening to engulf her. The grief spread like a dark stain, seeing deep into her soul.

Davey, not fully understanding the depth of her grief, made an insensitive comment. “You should take comfort in knowing that they died in peace. After all, your mother was spared the burden of knowing she had cancer until the very end.”

Casey's gaze fell on Davey with a mixture of shock and disgust, her eyes wide in disbelief, as if staring at a heartless creature devoid of empathy. How dare you claim that you ended their lives to spare them suffering, and expect me to be grateful for your twisted mercy?

“I took on that pain to spare you the agony of losing her. I was helping you,” Davey said, his eyes narrowed.

“Ahhh!” Casey's composure shattered and she could no longer contain her anguish. She felt a crushing guilt. Her parents' fate was her fault. If she had kept her distance from Davey, she wouldn't have killed them. Her twisted “help” was a direct consequence of her relationship with him.

Even if his parents had been ill, at least he would have had the opportunity to say goodbye to them, to hug them for the last time.

She could have spent those precious moments at their side, helping them tick off their latest to-do list, creating fond memories, instead of being taken away from them so suddenly and cruelly. But Davey's murder changed everything. They left without saying goodbye, leaving only regrets that would last a lifetime.

“Casey, you're not strong enough. I was honest with you, but even after all this time, you still can't face the truth,” Davey mocked.

Casey stepped back, her eyes fixed on him with a mixture of fear and revulsion, and whispered, “You're not human, Davey. “You’re a monster.”

Hearing that, he loomed over her, his voice laced with false sincerity. “Casey, I did it all for you, to protect you. Why don’t you realize that?”

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