Chapter 2The Wife Who Haunted Her Husband

Three years locked away, and he hadn't thought of me once.

Now, calling me felt unnatural to him.

The call didn't even connect. Straight to voicemail.

Carter cursed angrily.

"Fine, Nora. You want to hide? You think I won't find you?"

"Keep hiding. I want to see how long you can keep this up!"

Suddenly, a loud, exaggerated laugh echoed from a dark corner.

Carter spun around angrily. A drunkard in tattered clothes was sitting against the wall in a pile of weeds, holding a broken bottle. He looked up at Carter with bleary eyes.

"Stop yelling. The person inside is long dead."

The drunkard laughed again, a sound so desolate it could have been a sob.

"Where did this drunk come from?"

One of the guards, eager to please, stepped forward and kicked the man over.

"You dare act like this in front of Mr. Sterling? Don't you know this whole mountain belongs to the Sterling family? Get lost before the boss gets angry!"

The drunkard took the kick without flinching, as if he felt no pain. He just lay on the ground, laughing maniacally.

"Dead. Died terribly."

"She was pushed from upstairs. Fell and got paralyzed. Blood everywhere."

"And... she was so beautiful. Those animals defiled her, then buried her alive."

Carter frowned deeply, looking at the drunkard with disgust.

"Who are you? Where is Nora?"

The drunkard just kept laughing and crying. His bottle had spilled clear liquid all over his face. It was impossible to tell if it was booze or tears.

Still drunk, he crawled over and hugged Carter's leg.

"She was a good person. A good person."

"If she hadn't given me a meal back then, I would have starved to death... What a pity, she died."

Carter kicked him away coldly. The man landed on a small mound of dirt.

The drunkard seemed to sober up instantly. He scrambled to fix the mound, muttering apologies.