Bloody Revenge: Dear, Please Lay Down Your Weapons!

Because of my vile deeds, they threw me into a dungeon. The oppressive surroundings forced me to hunch, even with my small stature.

Breathing was hard. I looked at Silas' coat on me, the sleeves still embroidered with the pear blossoms I had sewn.

It was pure white, like snow.

I touched the sleeve gently.

Soon, Silas came in, his face stern. He couldn't understand why someone who seemed so obedient would commit such a heinous act.

"We investigated the black market. You bought the poison. Why did you do it? Tell me, why?" he said.

His eyes were red, tears streaked down his face. He was truly worried about me.

I opened my mouth, but I didn't know where to start.

"I admit I did it. Does a born villain need a reason to kill?" I said.

I looked at Silas, hoping he wouldn't get dragged into this mess. Just like the pear blossoms on the sleeve, they shouldn't be stained with filthy blood.

He lost control, saying he didn't believe I did it, even though he heard me confess.

"Silas, you must remain impartial when handling cases. You can't let personal feelings interfere. Though we grew up together, you should avoid suspicion," I advised.

I was determined to die, which confused Silas even more.

As we argued, one of his subordinates rushed in.

"Miss Susana Stanley is still alive. She didn't die. We found a doctor to detoxify her. She's awake now."

She was so hard to kill. My heart trembled. I had given her a lethal poison and drawn her blood first, yet she survived.

Silas ordered his men to bring her in. If she identified me, my guilt would be confirmed.

I should have just cut off her head.

When Susana was brought in, she looked extremely weak, her face deathly pale.

She pointed at me, screaming angrily, "It was her. She killed my whole family!

"Father and Mother treated you so well, and Brother doted on you more than me. Why did you do such a cruel thing? Why? They raised you for so many years, and you remained a thankless wretch. I'll kill you."

I felt utterly calm, looking at Susana with a sinister smile.

"Susana, no, you should be called Debora."