Chapter 101 – Until You Say Sorry Novel

Kendrick slowly drove the car out of the villa yard while turning a deaf ear to Nevaeh’s explanation.

Nevaeh chased on to explain, her voice getting louder and louder. However, Kendrick sped up instead and closed the window.

“Kendrick! Kendrick, you have to believe me! You can’t condemn me for that madman Tanner’s nonsense! Have you forgotten the days when we were at the beach? You said that I was the most innocent and kindest girl you’ve ever met! You said that you’d always be with me and make me your bride, that you would protect me and trust me forever. Kendrick, Kendrick, Kendrick!”

Nevaeh did not think that Kendrick would ignore her up until this point.

Seeing the sports car zipping away, Nevaeh stamped her feet in anger.

“Niamh, you b*tch! Why couldn’t you just die in peace?!”

She turned around angrily and entered the villa. Seeing Jackson who was carrying his school bag and heading out, Nevaeh stepped forward while sending the servant to go buy vegetables. This left only her and Jackson in the house.

Jackson looked at Nevaeh, his beautiful black eyes filled with defensiveness and repulsion. His little hand was gripping the shoulder strap of his school bag.

The more she looked at him, the more hateful he became!

Nevaeh rolled her eyes at Jackson with extreme disgust, suddenly stretching out her hand to grab Jackson’s thin little arm.

Jackson did not speak, but his body resisted. In the end, he was still just a five-year-old child who was unable to repel the strength of an adult.

Nevaeh dragged him to the utility room, pushed him in without any explanation, and locked the door.

Bang!

Jackson slapped the door hard.

Nevaeh kicked the door viciously. “Shut up, you annoying child! I knew I should’ve strangled you when you were in the belly of that b*tch, Niamh!”

She cussed and transferred all her resentment as well as dissatisfaction onto Jackson.

After struggling and crying for help, Jackson finally shrank helplessly in the dark corner while hugging his small body tightly.

“Big Sis Vera…” he murmured in the darkness. It seemed that only by calling this name could he see a little light.

Nevaeh knew that Kendrick could not be allowed to investigate the truth of the kidnapping incident back then. Otherwise, she could not imagine what kind of punishment Kendrick would give her, let alone when she could no longer be the young wife of the Waldburg family.

After thinking about it, Tanner was still the only one who knew the truth.

Niamh was already dead and the dead could not speak.

As such, it was now enough for her to just deal with Tanner!

In any case, she could not let Tanner talk nonsense!

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After Niamh had sent Lillian to the kindergarten, she then returned to the apartment.

She lit up the new incense she had just made and took a fine brush to draw a portrait on the drawing paper.

‘Kendrick, oh how much I once loved you and how much I hate you now.

‘I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you discover Nevaeh’s true face.’

The mobile phone on the table vibrated suddenly. Seeing the caller ID, the corner’s of Niamh’s lips rose. She quickly picked up the phone, the smile on her face revealing her joy at the moment. “Do you want to come back now? That’s great, Lillian and I will pick you up.”

After hearing the man’s quiet, water-like voice on the other end of the phone, Niamh then hung up, feeling much better.

The doorbell rang just then and Niamh unexpectedly saw Kendrick’s stern face through the peephole. His expression was deep while his eyebrows were furrowed tightly. He looked to be in a bad mood.

Thinking of what had happened last night, Niamh could roughly guess why Kendrick was in a bad mood.

After he rang the doorbell again, she then slowly opened the door with a surprised expression. “Mr. Waldburg? Why are you here?”

Kendrick looked at Niamh with a tired gaze as his lips moved lightly. “Miss Vera, I want you to do me a favor.”

Niamh stared at the deep, sea-like eyes in front of her with curiosity. “What’s the matter?”

“I hope that you can help me find out the truth,” Kendrick said the words softly, his deep eyes pleading with anticipation.

After Niamh quietly listened to what Kendrick wanted her to help him with, she was surprised.

She thought for a moment before nodding.

“Okay, I’ll help you.”

“Thank you.” Kendrick thanked her.

At this moment, Niamh vaguely saw a faint smile in Kendrick’s eyes, but it was fleeting. Niamh never thought that she could be herself again.

Kendrick took her to the beauty salon. Niamh saw that Kendrick had shown a photo to the stylist, and the stylist nodded to express their understanding.

Niamh did not know what photo Kendrick showed the stylist, but she saw herself in the mirror an hour later.

Her long, dark, and smooth hair set off her clean and elegant face, giving her the illusion of having come from worlds away.

Afterward, Kendrick took Niamh to the villa.

Looking at the villa that used to be their wedding home, Niamh’s heart carried mixed emotions, but there was an ironic smile on her lips.

She followed Kendrick in and upstairs.

Three years had passed.

She did not expect that she would step into this house again one day, into the bedroom that she had once shared with him.

As soon as she entered, Niamh smelled a faint and unique fragrance. She was familiar with the fragrance of this incense because she had made it herself.

It was also after her ‘rebirth’ that she discovered her sense of smell was sharper than that of ordinary people. When she was bored with designing, she would study some spices and incense to broaden her knowledge and creativity.

She did not want to have herself be the pretty dunce who blindly chased after love.

Kendrick took her to the closet. He opened the closet, and the neatly arranged dresses in front of him surprised Niamh a little.

When she entered the bedroom just now and saw that there were no changes in the interior inside, she was already a little surprised. What was even more unexpected was that her clothes from three years ago were still here .

“Miss Vera, you can pick out a suitable one to wear. I’ll wait for you outside.” Kendrick finished speaking, then went out.

The door closed and Niamh was the only one left in the room.

She stretched out her white and beautiful hands, gently placing them on the clothes she had worn before. She stroked them one by one as if she was touching them for the first time again back when she was still her.

However, her former self’s body was covered in bloody scars.

Touching them at this moment, Niamh felt her hand ache.

‘Kendrick, the hurt you’ve inflicted on me, no matter how you make up for it, you can’t heal those wounds. I will have you remember that all your life, and I’ll make you remember for your entire life about how wrong you were!’

“Mr. Waldburg, you can come in now.”

Kendrick was waiting silently at the door. Hearing the voice from the room, he suddenly opened his tired, black eyes and opened the door before walking in.

It was obviously a dim and rainy day, but when Kendrick opened the door and saw Niamh who was wearing a clean white skirt with her black hair swishing as she smiled gently, it was as if she was a beam of bright sunshine shining through.

He could not help but think of the first time he had seen Niamh. It was her first day in college.

Her smile was also very sunny and innocent.

Niamh…

Kendrick’s throat moved, and in the end, he swallowed back her name.

She was dead.

She had died three years ago.

The one in front of him was not her.

“Mr. Waldburg, is my current look exactly the same as your ex-wife’s?” Niamh smiled and walked in front of Kendrick. There were no flaws in her gestures and she looked extremely natural.

Kendrick looked at her and nodded lightly. “Very similar.”

He smiled faintly, but no matter how much she looked like her, it was just ‘like’.

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