Chapter 149 – Until You Say Sorry Novel

Was this still the Nia he had met on the beach all those years ago?

She had changed too much.

Kendrick received another call from Mrs. Waldburg, telling him to visit Nevaeh.

She hung up before he could even reply.

While he had technically investigated the case, there was still something left untouched.

Who was the one who sent him the address? That person had pinpointed Vera’s location so exactly and told Kendrick to go save her.

When he followed that trail, he came up empty-handed.

Kendrick returned to the villa only to be met with his and Niamh’s wedding photo that was supposed to be hung above his bed but had now been thrown haphazardly by the entrance. An angry storm immediately brewed within him, darkening his attractive features.

He took large steps up the stairs to the bedroom.

He had never allowed anyone to enter the room ever since Niamh’s death. Even the cleaning of it was done personally by him.

Yet at that moment, not only was the room door open, but even laughter and sounds of chit-chatting could be heard from inside.

His fury grew with every step he took since he saw the sight at the entrance. Upon entering the bedroom, he was met with the sight of Nevaeh lying on his and Niamh’s bed. The last piece of clean space he had left for Niamh was now completely tarnished.

“You’re back, Kendrick.” Nevaeh smiled gently at him.

Suppressing the anger that was already bubbling over, Kendrick parted his thin lips. “Who let you in here?”

Every word of his was ice cold and Nevaeh felt her heart jump at each of them. Frantic, she spared a glance at the bathroom. “Kendrick, I—”

“Me! I was the one who let Nevaeh in. You don’t like it? Then come at me instead!”

A voice sounded from the bathroom. The person inside was strongly defending Nevaeh.

Kendrick’s frigid gaze swept over like an icy storm. “You’re letting her live here?”

“What’s wrong with Nevaeh living here? She’s your fiancée, and you two even have Jack. The three of you are a family! What’s wrong with a family living together?”

Mrs. Waldburg stated confidently, her attitude growing more uncontrollable. She was completely ignorant of the change in Kendrick’s expression.

“After what Nevaeh has gone through, it’s your duty as her fiancé to comfort and console her. You’re not to spend all your time with that witch!”

Mrs. Waldburg patted Nevaeh’s shoulder caringly as she spoke, her expression hardening as she looked at Kendrick.

“I know that you like to have your own opinions, Kendrick, but you have to listen to me this time. I’m your mother! Distance yourself from that woman, Vera Quinn. She’s nothing but bad news. There’s no way she didn’t play a part in Nevaeh getting hurt this time!”

“Did you take the photo down?” Kendrick parted his lips to inquire coldly.

Both Nevaeh and Mrs. Waldburg were taken aback before the latter fearlessly replied, “So what if I got someone to take it down? That b*tch already died long ago, so why are you still hanging her photo in the house? Looking at it makes me want to vomit! Hang yours and Nevaeh’s if you want a wedding photo hung up so badly!”

Mrs. Waldburg crossed her arms, not noticing that a swirl of cold air had begun to surge around her.

“I’ve already told someone to clean up the things in the room. Everything to do with that b*tch has already been thrown away!”

At that, Kendrick immediately turned around and walked to the closet.

Opening the doors to it, he found that the few pieces of clothing Niamh had worn when she was still alive were all replaced with Nevaeh’s branded ones.

His grip on the closet’s handles tightened as veins popped out on his fair arm. A blizzard instantly began to swirl in his eyes as his pupils dilated. Darkness was consuming his irises.

His mother’s voice rang out from behind.

“Oh, and Nevaeh will be staying here from now on. I’ll tell the press that the two of you have already gotten married, so you’d better make sure that the witch knows what’s good for her and f*cks off!”

Bang!

Kendrick slammed the closet door, giving both Nevaeh and his mother a jolt. The two almost jumped at the sound.

“She’s not the one who needs to f*ck off.” Kendrick’s sharp tone pierced into Mrs. Waldburg and Nevaeh’s eardrums like icicles.

On the basis of being Kendrick’s mother, Mrs. Waldburg spoke up in displeasure after a few moments. “What are you saying, Kendrick? What are you trying to imply? I am your mother—”

“You will have the people you called bring everything you threw back if you still want to continue being the mother of Kendrick Waldburg. Or you can give up the possibility of me calling you my mom ever again.”

“…”

Mrs. Waldburg was stunned and her eyes were filled with disbelief. It was only then that she realized Kendrick’s gaze was piercing and frost was oozing out in rays. His eyes were dark and all-consuming as if he was one moment away from gouging her heart out of her chest!

Losing all the confidence she once had, she stammered as her entire expression screamed how frantic and lost she felt, “Ke-Kendrick, I’m only doing this for your own good. Don’t you see how traumatic this has been for Nevaeh—”

“You will have everything back the way it was before I return home tonight, or you’ll bear the consequences.” Kendrick was not interested in what Mrs. Waldburg had to say. He turned around and left, leaving Mrs. Waldburg and Nevaeh staring at each other with confusion on their faces.

Kendrick sped off, the fury within him no longer suppressible.

He called Vera while on the road.

He demanded bossily the moment the call connected. “I’m agitated, so come spend time with me. I’m reaching your apartment block in a moment.”

He hung up before Niamh had the chance to reject him, then he turned his phone off.

The latter was mainly so that Niamh would not have the chance to reject him.

Kendrick arrived at the lobby of Niamh’s apartment. His eyes fell on her, and he felt the flames of fury within him immediately going docile.

Her appearance gave him the illusion that Niamh was still alive and that was very therapeutic—even if the voice inside his mind was clearly reminding him that Niamh was already gone.

Niamh got in, and the car sped to April Hill.

The autumn sun was setting over the horizon as a salty breeze blew about from the sea. It was a taste of the past, but as little as the camphor tree had changed, it was no longer the same.

Niamh had hated April Hill ever since the last time Kendrick brought Nevaeh over.

She could still remember the words Nevaeh told Kendrick, how she had described their first meeting that was so similar to hers with Kendrick.

Was it a coincidence, or was this another prank fate liked to pull?

Pondering quietly, she twisted her head to find Kendrick opening a bottle of red wine.

“What’s the cause of your distraught? To think that you would drive so far, perhaps this is a place you hold dear in your heart?”

Niamh walked toward him, intentionally speaking in a confused tone.

“Could it be that this was where you and Nevaeh got together?”

The bottle opened with a pop just as Niamh’s voice fell.

Kendrick lifted his gaze to meet Niamh’s swirling orbs. The corner of his lips tugged seductively, tinted with charm and allure under the orange hues of the sunset sky.

“Would you be able to remain nonchalant and happy when someone throws out the things you hold dear?”

“Things you hold dear?” Niamh looked at Kendrick curiously. “Like what?”

She pressed on, only to have Kendrick quirk the corner of his lips mysteriously in response.

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