Chapter 1328: Chapter 1328: Only Two
The once gentle and obedient boy had completely shed his disguise, becoming a mad, paranoid demon.
In just one year’s time, Tiffany Lynch, once riding high, had fallen from her pedestal, her dream of a beautiful life cruelly shattered by Louis Snyder.
Leaving not a sliver of hope.
Louis Snyder had obsessions, but obsession was not love.
The person he truly loved was always only himself.
So, in the final segment of the story, even when he found out that Hannah Winter was actually the little girl, he still showed no sign.
No regret, no self-reproach.
Only calm and indifference.
Three years later, Tiffany Lynch went completely insane, and Snyder had her committed to a mental asylum before he relocated abroad.
From then on, the curtains fell on the saga.
In a book featuring five main characters, the true winners were only Louis Snyder and Jimmy Simmons.
Such an ending resembled more an epilogue to a fairy tale.
Happy endings are but deliberately woven lies.
Lies repulse yet captivate.
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Three days later, Arnold Simmons hurried back from overseas.
Hannah’s disappearance could be kept from the media, but not from Arnold Simmons.
Now, all the clues pointed to Oliver Taylor, who had also vanished.
Though Oliver Taylor was worried Arnold might blow up, he dared not conceal anything about the matter.
After he spoke with trepidation, before he could even raise his head, the person in front of him had already stood up and walked away quickly.
Two hours later.
Using the available clues, Arnold located the "mysteriously disappeared" Oliver Taylor.
He was still at that villa, not having left.
It seemed intentionally, for even as Arnold came with his team, Taylor didn’t hide but sat on the steps at the entrance, watching them approach.
"Young Uncle’s grand visit is truly an honor, my apologies..."
Before he could finish speaking, his vision went dark, pain struck the left side of his face, and before he could react, he had already fallen heavily to the ground.
"Where is Hannah?"
It was the first time Arnold Simmons showed such a loss of control in front of so many people, like a wild beast that had long been dormant suddenly baring its fangs.
His whole demeanor exuded an oppressive aura.
Oliver Taylor lay on the ground, the pain on his face causing him to frown subconsciously, but when he met Arnold’s gaze, he smiled.
He didn’t plan to get up, leaning against the wall instead.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and spoke provocatively, "If you were a little later, would Hannah have become your niece-in-law?"
Arnold clenched his right hand, looking down coldly at the disheveled figure on the ground, his voice cold and cutting, "Oliver Taylor, drop the act, or I can take your life right now."
"Want to kill me?" Taylor scoffed in a devil-may-care manner, his lips curling, "Figures, a madman like you dares to do anything. What’s a human life to you, anyway? Your hands aren’t any cleaner than mine."
Arnold was a madman, a monster.
This fact had been apparent to Oliver since Arnold first arrived at the Simmons family.
They were like natural enemies; upon encountering each other, a fight to the death was inevitable.
How many times had he nearly beaten someone to death, blood spilling everywhere, not even the rain able to wash it clean.
Yet even so, Arnold remained alive.
This madman.
Why couldn’t he just die?
If it weren’t for his arrival, their family could have been fine.
Their grandfather would not have died, nor would his parents.
"Arnold Simmons, admit it, you’re a curse, everyone close to you will be killed by you."
