He Deceived Me So I Destroyed His Family’s Legacy Chapter 15
The doctor brought medicine every day, but he never stayed long.
He would leave the bag by the door and ask through it,
“Did Lily have a little more porridge today?”
At first, Lily was frightened even by the sound of his voice.
But one day, when she heard him arrive, she spoke first.
“Thank you.”
It was so soft it was almost inaudible.
But my eyes still stung.
On the day the first spring rain fell, Lily stepped out of her room.
She leaned against the doorframe, so thin she looked as if a gust of wind could knock her over.
I hurried to steady her.
But she was looking at the apple tree in the yard when she called my name softly.
“Nora.”
“It’s really quiet here.”
I smiled and nodded.
“It is.”
Then she asked,
“Can we stay here forever?”
I took her hand and said gently, “Lily, we can stay here forever.”
“Don’t be afraid.”
“Julian is dead.”
Her hand jerked in mine.
“Dead?”
“Yes.”
I pulled her cardigan more securely around her shoulders.
“He died a few days ago.”
“The news said he overdosed on cocaine laced with fentanyl at a private club. They couldn’t revive him.”
She suddenly crouched down, hugging her knees, and burst into tears.
I knelt in front of her and held her.
“It’s okay.”
“Lily, just cry.”
She clutched my sleeve hard.
“Nora.”
When she had cried herself out, she fell asleep in my arms.
Even in sleep, her brows were knitted together.
I reached out and gently smoothed them.
I didn’t tell her.
Julian’s death wasn’t an accident.
Before I left the Blackwood house, I’d mixed a massive dose of fentanyl into the drugs he used most often.
To make sure he couldn’t go out and hurt anyone else, I’d locked his bedroom door and windows from the inside and taken his phone.
Lily slept against me, exhausted from crying.
The rain had washed the apple leaves bright green.
I looked down at her and whispered, “Lily, from today on, we live slowly.”
The words had barely left my mouth when a soft knock came at the yard gate.
I looked up.
The doctor’s voice was low, almost a whisper.
“Nora.”
“There are people from the Blackwood family at the edge of town.”