Dawn.
Yide once again stepped into Madam Bella's manor, but this time, Furina was not by his side.
That unsightly sycamore tree still stood there.
Soon after entering the manor, his eyes caught sight of Ella.
Her expression seemed gloomy, clearly in low spirits.
"Good morning, Miss Ella," he said politely.
Ella recognized him as the person who had come with Furina yesterday to investigate.
Her tone was noticeably impatient: "What are you doing here? If you're planning to continue questioning me about the case from back then, I advise you to save your breath. I won't tell you anything!"
Faced with Ella's resistance, Lynd smiled slightly, "Miss Ella, I only need to say one sentence, and you will change your mind."
"Oh? One sentence to make me change my mind?" A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Ella's mouth. "Then I'm really looking forward to it. Tell me."
Yide walked with steady steps to Ella's front, and then said softly.
After hearing this sentence, Ella was stunned in place, looking at Yide in disbelief.
But after a brief moment of shock, she quickly recovered, her voice sharp and intense as she vehemently denied what Yide had said.
Her shouts were so loud that Kent, the gardener working in the distance, couldn't help but stop what he was doing, choosing to pretend to clean the flowers and plants in a place where he could clearly hear their conversation, secretly spying on this sudden dispute.
Yide keenly noticed Kent's presence, but he did not expose him, instead continuing to say loudly: "Thank you very much for your cooperation, Miss Ella.
If you can tell me who you witnessed, I believe the truth will soon come to light."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left.
A flustered Ella stood there, not understanding why Yide knew so much about her family's affairs eight years ago.
At this moment, Kent's gaze was as cold as ice, staring intently at Ella.
Ella turned around, meeting Kent's gaze. She did not notice the murderous intent in his eyes, only feeling that this guy was very uncomfortable.
Anger surged in her heart, and she unceremoniously scolded: "You lowly thing, if you dare look at me like that again, I will find someone to kill you!"
Unlike in the past, Kent did not choose to argue with her.
He just stood there silently, staring at her with fierce eyes, like a hungry beast staring at its prey.
…
Late at night, the bright moonlight shone on the ground like a silver river, creating a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.
In this tranquil night, inside a luxurious room, Ella lay on a soft bed, immersed in sweet dreams.
Occasionally, a faint and even snore came from her nostrils, showing her peace and carefree state at this moment.
However, this peaceful atmosphere was broken by a shadow that quietly appeared.
The shadow gently pushed open the door, approaching Ella's bed silently like a ghost in the night.
He stretched out a large hand, with a complex emotion, gently stroking Ella's young and delicate face.
Ella, in her sleep, felt extremely disgusted by this sudden contact, her instincts driving her to constantly dodge, trying to get rid of this disturbing touch.
But the shadow did not stop because of this, he sneered, increased his strength, slapping Ella's face, trying to wake her from her sleep.
Ella gradually regained consciousness in a daze, her eyes slightly opened, and what came into view was the terrifying shadow.
In an instant, she felt a chill run down her spine, as if tightly entangled by cold tentacles.
She opened her mouth, about to scream, but before her voice could be heard, the shadow quickly covered her mouth tightly with his hand.
Immediately afterwards, a dagger with a cold gleam appeared in the shadow's hand, the tip of the knife gently resting on Ella's delicate skin.
He said in a cold and stern tone: "Miss Ella, if you don't want this dagger to cut your face, then be obedient."
Ella trembled in terror, giving up struggling, allowing the shadow to manipulate her.
Subsequently, under the shadow's coercion, she walked in her thin pajamas to the unsightly sycamore tree in the manor.
She looked up and was shocked to find a rope hanging from the branches of the sycamore tree, swaying gently in the wind.
"Ella, death is just a process of liberation," the shadow said in a seductive tone. "Hanging yourself under this tree is the easiest way, you won't feel any pain at all."
Hearing this, a chill rose in Ella's heart.
She finally understood that three years ago, the shadow also used the same method to trick Anna into hanging herself under this tree.
Now, he wanted to repeat the same trick, leading her to the abyss of death.
"Kent, I beg you, let me go," Ella's voice trembled and was humble, like a servant begging for the master's forgiveness. "You can make me do anything, even let me be like my mother."
Kent gently shook his head, his voice low and slow: "Child, stop struggling. I don't need you to do anything for me, but today's conversation between you and that detective made me very uneasy."
"I promise, I won't say anything," Ella cried and pleaded, her voice full of fear and despair. "Please, Kent, let me go."
Kent did not trust her guarantee, he continued to hold the dagger against Ella's face, while coaxing in a gentle voice: "Anna is waiting for you here, go reunite with her, and liberate your life."
Ella's heart was filled with despair, she felt that she had nowhere to escape.
Finally, under Kent's coercion and guidance, she chose the rope hanging from the tree branch, at least this would allow her to die a little more decently, protecting her face.
Just as she tightly grasped the rope with both hands, preparing to end her life, suddenly, a crisp applause broke the silence of the night.
This sudden sound shocked both Ella and Kent, stopping their actions.