Worst Fear 176

Chapter 176 

Chapter 176 

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The last time I saw Julia, her looks were questionable; she looked unkempt and dishevelled. However, I never imagined the next time I saw her, she would be fighting for her life. 

The event was held in the hotel’s ballroom. One of the features that made the Demoon Five–Star hotel popular was the classic balcony, which provided the most astonishing view of the City. 

No one expected that balcony would lead to the death of someone. Okay, she wasn’t dead, not yet, but she will be in a few minutes if she isn’t given proper treatment. 

No one called the ambulance, but half the crowd had their phones off. 

Julia’s condition was spiraling into something worse with each tick of the clock, and all they could think about was making a video to post for their sick followers. 

Lydia was already by my side, her hands covering the cut on Julia’s head where blood oozed from. Anger pressed heavily on my chest as I watched her delicate hands try to save the same woman who had targeted her repeatedly. 

“She will survive, right?” She asked, her voice laced with fear, her hands trembling so much I stopped her. 

“I’ll take care of her,” I assured her, but Lydia shook her head. She was stubborn to the core. 

Determination flared in Lydia’s eyes, and she shook her head, her eyes focused on the bleeding girl in front of her, “She’s losing too much blood. She needs as many hands as she can get to survive.” 

How was Lydia so kind? It took everything in me to stay by Julia’s side, so how could Lydia handle this like it was nothing? 

I never claim to be a righteous man, I don’t wish for the well–being of my enemies, and Julia had ticked all the boxes and landed straight into that category. 

“I called an ambulance, they’ll be here in a few minutes,” a worried voice sliced through the crowd. 

Mia and Daniel stepped forward. 

Soon, the ambulance arrived and took Julia away. Daniel had accompanied her. Lydia’s dress was now covered in blood. She looked at the spot Julia once was. 

The fireworks had stopped, and the crowd had begun to disperse, but a few lingered around. 

The Everett family was known by everyone. The fall of Julia Everett would definitely make headlines. 

Stepping towards Lydia, I wrapped my hand around her. She looked visibly shaken. I pressed her head against my chest. 

“She will be alright.” I wished I had the power to dispel fear completely from her heart, but I didn’t. 

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Mia held a bottle of water, which she extended to me. I uncapped it and handed it to Lydia, “Here, drink some water.” Loffered. 

She shook her head. A few drops splashed on my finger as I returned the bottle to Mia. 

Lydia said something under her breath, but I didn’t hear because at the same moment, the mummering which had died down carlier returned, and so did most of the guests. 

My eyes made a quick sweep across the field, as I wondered what the source of this mummering was. 

Three men dressed in jeans and plain tops walked in, something dark flared in their eyes, sharp and hard as if looking for someone to devour. 

After a while, they were in front of me. Lydia must have sensed them, she raised her head at that moment. 

“Good evening, Mr. Woods.” The man greeted me. I searched for a name tag on his shirt. He must have noticed that, as he brought out his ID card and showed it to me. 

“I’m Detective Shawn,” he said. I didn’t get a chance to read his name before he returned the ID card to his pocket. He held a notepad and a pen. 

“Do your job,” my voice hardened as I looked at the man whose eyes kept moving to Lydia. It would take only a few seconds to poke those orbs. 

I moved to the side, still holding Lydia; her trembling had stopped, but her face remained pale. Just as I expected, Lydia wasn’t capable of much hate; she could never hate anyone completely, and that was a flaw. 

Absolute hate deserves double the amount reciprocated, there was no chance for change. 

After a while, Detective Shawn walked to the middle of the field. He didn’t need to seek the attention of anyone, he had our attention already. 

“Miss Everett was murdered,” he announced. Thick gasp rustled through the crowds. I scoffed, pathetic, the same people who had refused to call the ambulance were now acting surprised as if their failure to act didn’t kill Julia. 

My phone beeped at that moment. I didn’t pull it out to check, but knew it was a text from Daniel. 

“She is not dead yet,” Lydia announced, a hint of annoyance slithered through those words. She took a step forward, “She just left. I doubt she has barely made it to the hospital. How did you know she had been pronounced dead?” She asked. 

Her confidence was a direct contrast to the emotions raging through her. Her lips trembled as she spoke the next words, “Detective Shawn, I suggest you use the right words; you are a detective, you should know that much.” 

Shawn’s eyes hardened, his brows shot up, and he sank his teeth on his lower lip, as if trying to bite back the words on the tip of his tongue. 

He sounded so sure that she was dead. Everyone nodded, obviously agreeing with Lydia. 

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“Julia was pushed by someone, and that person is here.” He continued as if he wasn’t previously interrupted. 

Lydia leaned into me, and I wrapped my hand over her shoulder. 

“That’s not possible, she wasn’t even at the event,” someone said. 

“Yes, how could that be? I’ve not…” Their words dawned on me as I lowered my gaze at Lydia. Her face scrunched up, and her eyes looked dim. 

I hated sing her like this. “Do you want to go home? You don’t look fine.” 

She blinked slowly, “We can’t just leave,” she said, her words slow and dragged. “Not with a detective here. Let’s leave after he’s done.” 

“I don’t give a shit about him. No one here has seen her, who could possibly push her.” The man was still listening to the crowd, “Let’s go home.” Coming over to this event was a bad idea. 

If we had heard about her death from the news, I was sure it would not have had this much effect on her. 

“I met with her.” 

“Someone here was with her.” 

The detective and Lydia spoke at the same time. 

I furrowed my brows, my head jerked up to find Detective Shawn looking directly at Lydia, a small smile gracing his lips. 

One punch was all it would take to wipe that eerie grin off his ugly face. 

“The last person to see her is here.” 

Whispering erupted across those standing, raw curiosity palatable in their inaudible words. 

“Who could it be?” 

“Everyone moved from the hall down here.” 

“We have a murder between us? That’s impossible.” 

My eyes darkened as I stared at the man. I laced Lydia’s and mine fingers together. Whatever this man says doesn’t matter, Lydia would never hurt a fly. Although she had all the reasons to kill her, she wouldn’t. 

Lydia is the reason why I was holding back from using my known method to reciprocate Julia’s and Mom’s actions. 

“Miss Alissa, you were with Julia Everett earlier today, right?” Detective Shawn asked. 

Lydia drew in a breath, “Yes.” She replied calmly. 

Detective Shawn scribbled on the note he held. 

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“Miss Alissa killed her?” 

“Why would she push her?” 

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“She doesn’t look like she could hurt a fly, but I’ve always known she wouldn’t let Julia go for exposing her.” 

“This is proof that Miss Alissa truly killed her stepfather–in–law. She can’t resist doing it again.” 

I fist my palm, my chest tightening with anger at the senseless remarks. Lydia’s warm hands found mine, and she trailcem gently. She lowered my gaze, meeting my eyes, and she shook her head gently. 

“You were the last person who saw her,” Detective Shawn began. 

“What are you insinuating?” Lydia’s reply was sharp. 

“You’d have to come with us to the police station,” Detective Shawn slapped his note closed. 

“Why are you so sure that I was the last person?” Lydia was capable of handling things herself, and her replies were proof of that. 

“I’m sure you’d not want us to go into that right now.” 

“On what ground do you speak?” Lydia’s voice matched his intensity. 

Detective Shawn chewed on his lower lip. He sighed and flipped open his notes. His gruff voice resounded, “The testimony of a waiter. She saw you in the room with her.” 

I squinted then questioned, “What waiter?” 

Detective Shawn looked to the side where a waiter was standing. She looked timid as she stepped forward. 

“Did you see Miss Alissa in the same room as Julia?” Detective Shawn asked the girl who was fiddling with her hands. She had her eyes pinned on her feet. 

“Yes.” She paused and lifted her head, “I saw her in the same room as Julia Everett. I didn’t see the face of the lady who pushed her, but I stepped into the room at the same time she was pushed.” 

She turned to Lydia and pointed at her, “and she wore the same dress as Miss Alissa.” 

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