Queen Revenge

I suspected that Fin Wilson was mentally ill because he couldn’t take the shock of Walker Richter’s death, and now that Nancy Richter said the same thing, it looks like things are really bad.

After leaving the Richter family’s old house, I took a taxi to the manor and tried my luck, hoping that the old lady really lived here.

The cab stopped, I took out money from my bag and paid the fare, when I pushed open the door to get out of the car, a Bentley car drove out from inside the manor, and the cab passed by, it was just a few seconds, I raised my eyes, I almost couldn’t believe what I saw, I must have blurred my eyes, otherwise how would I see Walker Richter.

The Bentley drove straight past, I immediately got out of the car, but all I could see was an ass, a turn and the car was out of sight.

I must have blurred my eyes, the person in the car was not him.

It’s not like there aren’t similar people in the world. Isn’t Gabby Yates similar to Walker Richter?

It’s already been done once, so it must not be true this time either.

I stood on the side of the road to calm down for a while, which went to knock on the door.

The door was opened by an old man who looked at me and asked, “Who are you looking for?”

“Hello, may I ask if Mr. Richter’s mother lives here.”

Hearing my words, the oldest gentleman’s gaze immediately became wary: “There is no such person, you are looking in the wrong place.”

Intuition told me that I wasn’t looking in the wrong place.

I pressed against the door and said urgently, “Grandpa, please inform me, just say that it’s Alva Hill who has something to see the old lady, please.”

“Told you there’s no such person here.” The old master was very bad-tempered, and directly shut the door; if I did not withdraw my hand in time, I was sure to be crushed by the door.

I stubbornly waited outside the door and did not leave.

The old lady was my last hope, I had no other way but to wait.

The sky quickly darkened, because it is a private manor, the surrounding area does not live what people, quiet a little eerie.

I glanced at the manor inside, there are lights, thinking so waiting is not a solution, I began to observe the surrounding, found that you can use the banyan tree by the wall to climb over the wall into.

Making up my mind, I took a deep breath and started climbing the tree.

The wall is more than three meters high, and the surface of the banyan tree is also a little smooth, it is not good to climb.

I found a few stones to pad before I barely made it up the tree, borrowing strength from my feet, I flipped from the tree to the wall, sat on the fence, looked at the ground, and my heart was in my throat.

I breathed a sigh of relief, a breeze blew, the back of my neck cool, my feet a little soft, do not dare to jump.

Just then, a distant light shone over, my heart was in a hurry, my eyes closed, I just had to jump down to the lawn below.

Drilling pain came from my feet, and for a moment, I couldn’t stand up at all.

A voice came from the front.

“Hear any movement?”

It was the manor’s servants making their rounds.

“It should be a wildcat, hurry up and finish your rounds so you can go back to bed.”

After the people left, I sat on the ground and rubbed my ankle, it was better before I headed towards the light.

I didn’t know which room the old lady was staying in, so I had to take my chances.

I know that the old lady has the habit of reciting Buddhist scriptures, now at this hour, must not have rested, towards the place where the lights are on will be right.

All the way to the second floor, quiet corridor, only a room inside the sound, I tiptoe near, ear to the door, the old lady’s voice from the inside out: “You’ll tell me the truth, now my grandson’s situation how?”

“After most of the year’s recuperation, his condition has stabilized, but for a complete cure, we still need to find a suitable heart, young master’s blood type is rare, it’s too difficult to find a matching heart.”

Isn’t this Doctor Chou’s voice?

The content of what the two were saying shocked me, who was the grandson Mr. Richter’s mother was referring to?

Ben Richter?

No, Ben Richter was fine, where was he sick.

Other than that, there was only Walker Richter.

But isn’t Walker Richter dead?

When Dr. Chou said he was going to have his heart replaced, he meant Walker Richter?

Martin Mo had said before that Walker Richter had died violently because of organ failure and an attack.

Mr. Richter’s mother’s voice was a bit tired, “I know, Doctor Chou, you go and rest first.”

“Old madam, you take care of your health as well.”

Hearing footsteps coming this way towards the door, I immediately hid aside, waiting for Doctor Chou to leave, I unscrewed the door to the old madam’s room, she thought it was a servant, “Sister-in-law Wang, you also go to rest early, don’t mind me.”

After half a day of no movement, Mr. Richter’s mother turned around, and when she saw it was me, a flash of surprise flashed under her eyes, “Alva, how could it be you? How did you get in?”

Because of going over the wall, my elbows and knees were scraped and skinned, my hair was hooked and messed up by the branches, and my clothes were stained with mud from the lawn, so I was a bit of a mess.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

My ankles still hurt, and I limped up a few steps, stared at Mr. Richter’s mother and asked, “Walker is he not dead? He’s alive isn’t he?”

When the news of Walker Richter’s violent death came out, he was buried in three days, and Mr. Richter’s mother quickly handed over the company to Ben Richter, it was all too fast, and now when I think about it, it was all too unusual, like it was arranged in advance.

I was so calm that even I couldn’t believe that I could ask such a question so calmly.

Mr. Richter’s mother was silent for a while before she said, “You heard it all.”

I couldn’t help the excitement in my heart, “He’s really alive? Where is he?”

I thought of the figure that I had glimpsed during the day, it wasn’t a blur, it was Walker Richter, he was right in front of me just a few hours ago, so close to me.

Mr. Richter’s mother nodded, “He went out, and at this hour, he should be back soon.”

Receiving Mr. Richter’s mother’s affirmative reply, I could no longer suppress the excitement in my heart and cried tears of joy.

“He’s really alive, really alive.”

The feeling of being lost and found cannot be expressed in words, and no amount of florid language can describe it.

Once I thought of him being alive, this half year of longing and pain was all worth it.

After the excitement in my heart, I wiped my tears and asked the old lady, “What’s going on here? Why did everyone say Walker died violently in the first place?”

“Now that you know, wait until he comes back and explains it to you himself.”

As soon as Mr. Richter’s mother’s words left her mouth, the sound of a car came from downstairs; it was Walker Richter returning.

I was so happy and nervous at the thought of seeing him immediately that I didn’t know what to do for a moment.

Mr. Richter’s mother smiled and said, “Walker’s room is the third room on the left up the stairs.”

I knew what the old lady meant.

Before Walker Richter went up the stairs and into his room, I unscrewed the door to his room and went in, I left the light on and waited for him to come in.

Time passed and his footsteps came closer and closer, each step felt like it was stepping on my heart, making my heart race.

Finally, the door to the room snapped open.

My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could see him perfectly clearly, it was him, it was Walker Richter.

My heart fluttered and I wrapped my arms around Walker Richter before he could turn on the light, “Walker.”

I could feel him stiffen, the familiar scent lingered on the tip of my nose, I inhaled his scent greedily, I couldn’t let go, this was the person I had been thinking about day and night, he was standing right in front of me alive, his body was hot, none of this was a dream.

“Alva.”

His dark voice sounded a little incredulous in the darkness.

“It’s me.”

My voice had choked, tears rolling down my face like broken beads.

He hugged me tightly, hard, fiercely, wanting to rub me into the marrow of my bones.

“Walker Richter, you’re so cruel, why did you lie to me, do you have any idea what it’s been like for me for most of the year.”

When I thought of his concealment and deception, I was so angry inside, I kept pounding his chest with my hand to get out of it.

How could he lie to me like this, how could he bear to let me feel sad and heartbroken for so long.

“I’m sorry.” Walker Richter grabbed my hand in his and leaned down to seal his lips with a kiss.

His kiss was very gentle, like a spring breeze.

My tears fell harder and harder, it all felt like a dream.

If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.

I hooked my arms around his neck and turned passive into active, one hand going for his belt.

In the darkness, Walker Richter let out a low chuckle, “I’m better at this kind of thing.”

With that, he picked me up in his arms and laid me tenderly on the bed, his every movement so gentle that I melted into a puddle beneath him, and it was the moment he entered his body that I truly felt him return.

“Walker.”

I called his name and told him in his ear, “I don’t hate you anymore, I stopped hating you a long time ago, I love you.”

I thanked God for giving me the chance to tell him so I wouldn’t have any more regrets.

He stopped, cupped my face and kissed the tears off my face, “Silly woman.”

That night, we frantically possessed each other, over and over again, until we were exhausted, and I lay in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, smelling his scent, and my heart, it had never been so peaceful and grounded.

“Walker Richter, I forgive you for this deception, but don’t let it happen again, or I will never forgive you again.”