Revenge with Her Quadruplets

Chapter 139 Haunted by Nightmares All Night

Chapter 139 Haunted by Nightmares All Night

As Caroline pulled her arm, Aubrey stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Ouch... Caroline, what are you doing? She is trying to kill me. Somebody help!" Aubrey suddenly screamed in fear.

Caroline was startled and let go of her.

The commotion drew the attention of everyone nearby, and they all looked in their direction.

Caroline watched Aubrey's tearful eyes and vulnerable appearance and couldn't help but sneer, "Aubrey, are you claiming I'm trying to kill you?"

Aubrey looked up at Caroline with a terrified face and replied, "Caroline, I get it, my family's downfall makes me an easy target for you. But you'd sell me off to those men you know. Isn't that the same as killing me?"

At those words, Caroline was embarrassed and furious.

She never expected that Aubrey would accuse her in front of the crowd.

Caroline had always prided herself on her privileged status and even overshadowed others including Eleanor in the Ryker family. She had always been the one to bully and falsely accuse others. She had never been framed by others.

Aubrey noticed that the crowd around them grew larger.

She cried even louder.

Caroline was speechless. Aubrey even dared to play this trick on her.

Caroline was too familiar with this situation.

Seeing the gathering crowd, Aubrey pleaded, "Could one of you kindly call the police? This woman is planning to sell me to some man from a rich family that she's acquainted with. I have a voice recording."

Several men in the crowd shot disdainful looks at Caroline.

"Damn, how can that woman be so wicked?"

"She's planning to sell this girl? That's an outright violation of the law. Don't cry, little girl, I'll call the police for you." A man promptly took out his phone and called the police.

Caroline stood there and remained silent.

Hearing that the man had made the call to the police, Aubrey glanced at Caroline with a fleeting smug smile.

Caroline thought she could outsmart her, but that was impossible!

Caroline narrowed her eyes and thought, "That bitch, does she think that calling the police would scare me?" Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

She glared at Aubrey and threatened, "I'll make sure you pay for what you did today, Aubrey."

A man beside couldn't stand to watch silently any longer.

He confronted Caroline with a stern look, "How can you be so cruel? You are threatening her in front of everyone. Just wait until the police get here. We've all witnessed what you did and will testify on this lady's behalf about your threats."

Caroline made no response.

She squinted and realized that by playing the victim Aubrey had won over the crowd's sympathy. Caroline was at a clear disadvantage.

After several minutes, the police arrived.

Aubrey played the recording of their confrontation and the bystanders corroborated her statement.

Under the scrutiny of the onlookers' disdainful gazes, Caroline was so awkward that she wished she could just disappear.

Aubrey, that sly bitch, had made a recording.

Both of them were taken away for further questioning, and the paparazzi around jumped at the chance to report the scandal.

Soon, the story of Caroline Ryker's mistreatment of the destitute Miss Logan quickly went viral online.

Eleanor read the news about the drama in the hospital and smiled.

Caroline, despite all her pretended cleverness, was actually quite naive.

Meanwhile, Aubrey had learned to use her disadvantaged position to her advantage against Caroline. After years of vying for Michael's affection, both found themselves fooled by that scum.

Poor Aubrey had naively thrown herself at Michael.

He slept with her only for revenge on the Logan family.

He thought Aubrey's doctor had saved Sebastian.

She was the one who dealt the cards, but the moment to reveal her trump card hadn't come yet.

The recording Aubrey held would likely be exposed soon enough.

Seeing Caroline's nervous and furious expression filled her with a sense of satisfaction. Caroline had never imagined she'd fall into Aubrey's trap and be at her mercy.

Eleanor put on a mischievous smile and anticipated a good show to unfold.

"Why do you have such a scheming smile?"

She heard a cool, indifferent voice.

Eleanor glanced towards Sebastian, who was sitting in the wheelchair nearby, and her face turned pale.

"Scheming? This is the smile of sheer delight. You saw it wrong," Eleanor retorted coldly.

Then she gave Sebastian a captivating smile.

Sebastian was silent.

Since he made no response, Eleanor asked with a playful grin, "Cute, right?"

Sebastian retorted, "Not at all. It's ugly." In fact, he found her irresistibly charming.

Eleanor was speechless.

How unromantic!

"I'm going to sleep. Suit yourself." With that, Eleanor covered herself with the blanket.

Sebastian watched her swift actions and found her somewhat adorable. He couldn't help but smile.

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The following day...

Michael woke up drenched in sweat and looked out the window to see the morning light shining brightly outside. However, he felt cold as if he were sitting in a freezer.

He had been haunted by nightmares all night. In his dreams, Eleanor was covered in blood and wanted to avenge her death.

"Michael, you should pay for what you have done to me and my child..."

Even when he was awake now, he could still hear Eleanor's heart-wrenching screaming.

Against the burning flames, her face in blood was more horrifying than the ghosts.

Despite the warm sunshine outside, Michael felt his room was as chilly as an ice cellar.

He let out a heavy sigh.

Rubbing his brows, he couldn't shake off those haunting images.

The vivid, bloody scenes and the blazing fire left him feeling tormented. The pain was nearly unbearable.

The scariest part was how the flames seemed to wrap around him, and it seemed that he would be reduced to ashes by their scorching heat.

Sometimes, he dreamt of Eleanor in those relentless flames.

Whenever she appeared, she would silently stare at him with her innocent eyes. Her gaze was unsettling but not as terrifying as the nightmare he had last night.

"Mike, are you awake? There's a crucial meeting this morning, and Daniel is here to pick you up."

Madison's voice came from outside his door.

Michael got out of bed to freshen up.

A few minutes later, he walked downstairs and was dressed smartly in a suit.

However, he looked not so well with an exhausted expression.

Madison saw her son and was angry with Valentina, who was pestering her son every day.

"Mike, you haven't been sleeping at home lately. You look exhausted. Try to come home early tonight," Madison couldn't help but remind him as she had always been biased toward her youngest son.

She couldn't stand seeing him in any distress.

Her husband didn't live up to her expectations, so she had to place all her hopes on her youngest son.

Michael nodded while still feeling uncomfortable. The mental torment made him droopy.

"I know, Mom. I'll come home earlier," he assured her and sat down to breakfast.

At that moment, Daniel, who had been waiting outside, rushed in.

He said to Michael who was having breakfast, "Mr. Moore, things have gone wrong, really wrong."