Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 644 - 262: Murder (Part 2)

"Xiao Xue," I saw your engagement photo," it’s beautiful. Look at me, now, don’t I match you perfectly?" Olson rubbed his hands and walked towards Wen Maixue, with raindrops splattering on his face, making his sickly face look even more bizarre.

Wen Maixue looked back, the hotel was still nearby, as long as she shouted, the hotel’s security would surely come running.

"Viscount Orleans," Wen Maixue forced a smile," how did you get out? You should stay in the sanatorium."

"Xiao Xue, I came out to marry you, we agreed on this from the beginning," Viscount Orleans staggered towards Wen Maixue.

"Don’t come over," Wen Maixue glanced back; she had to call for help. At this moment, she no longer cared about dignity. Before the scream could escape her lips, she was seized by Viscount Orleans. He held a fruit knife in his hand, pressing it against Wen Maixue’s chest, enveloping her in his arms. The heavy white suit, soaked with water, firmly covered Wen Maixue’s mouth.

The rain blurred people’s vision, and neither the passing vehicles nor the hotel’s security guards saw the deranged man stuffing a woman—who dared not struggle—into a two-seater delivery van.

Seated in the van, Wen Maixue’s eyes widened in terror as she watched Viscount Orleans drive with one hand, moving the fruit knife next to her throat to keep her from shouting aloud.

"Viscount Orleans, put the knife down, I... I’ll go with you," Wen Maixue steadied her nerves. How did he escape, and how did he know she was in Spain, and managed to wait outside the hotel so precisely? All of this was too coincidental.

"You’re willing to go with me," Viscount Orleans stopped the car upon hearing her words, and Wen Maixue felt a little less scared seeing that he was willing to listen to her. This man, even if mad, still loved her.

"Of course, I’ll go with you, Viscount Orleans," Wen Maixue boldly pushed the knife away and wiped the rainwater from Viscount Orleans’ forehead and face with her hand. Her movements were gentle; Viscount Orleans, accustomed to inhuman treatments in the mental asylum, instantly softened.

Like a child, he whined, "Xiao Xue, I knew it, you wouldn’t abandon me, you love me so much. It was Father, and that damn Pello, I later found out he was my cousin, that dead yet returned demon, it was him, who took everything away from me."

Viscount Orleans, like any mental patient, had emotional fluctuations, but also moments of calm. Thanks to the sanatorium’s medication and proper treatment, his condition had improved. Until a few days ago, a woman came to visit him.

It had been a long time since anyone had visited him. His father was killed by him, and Xiao Xue had left with that terrible Pello. He was no longer Viscount Orleans; he was just a patient forgotten in a mental asylum, doomed to never leave for the rest of his life.

"That woman, she told me you would be in Spain. She also persuaded the doctor to let me get some fresh air in the yard, and then while she wasn’t paying attention, I escaped," Olson bragged. He really wanted to see Xiao Xue, but the expression on her face when she saw him just now made him resort to using a fruit knife. In the past, doctors and nurses would submit before his knife and fork. That kind woman, she even gave him this fruit knife.

"Are you saying that this knife and my whereabouts were both told to you by that woman? Orleans, tell me, what did that person look like?" Wen Maixue’s hand continued to soothe Olson, facing this man, she had thousands of ways to make him submit. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Seeing Orleans hesitate, Wen Maixue kissed him on the face, which made Orleans’s heart flutter again. For his Maixue, what was there that he couldn’t confess?

Orleans’s account was somewhat vague, but his description was enough for Wen Maixue to guess who the person was—an Eastern person’s face, short hair, a pair of sharp eyes—the only one by her side that matched the description given by Orleans was Chang Chi. Shang Yin said that Chang Chi had gone to France to pick out a wedding dress a few days ago. It turns out that shopping for a wedding dress was just an excuse; the real purpose was to find Orleans. That woman Chang Chi was indeed up to no good.

Wen Maixue had finished asking, but Orleans still did not stop talking, the effects of the psychiatric drugs still made his mind unstable. Wen Maixue looked around; the car was parked on a deserted road with no one around.

"Orleans, where do you plan to take me?" Wen Maixue thoughtfully asked. She should tell Pello that Orleans had escaped and also have him come to Spain, she secretly took out her phone.

"I’m taking you home; I want to tell those people that you’re my bride, we’ve been together for a long time. I also didn’t agree with you about staying with my father, and I won’t let anyone know that the last avalanche was a deliberate accident. We’ll return to Olson Manor," Orleans was still harboring his unrealistic dreams in his mind.

"You still remember all that?" Wen Maixue’s phone still lay in her coat pocket. Maybe she shouldn’t call Pello. Listening to the mad ravings of this madman, even a sane person would be driven mad.

"I remember everything. I remember when you were with me, holding me tight, saying that you wanted to be with me forever, asking me to kill my father. Then that day, I fired the gun and killed him," Orleans let go of the steering wheel, yearning to reach out for Wen Maixue.

His hand was held by Wen Maixue, who smiled and said, "Let’s go home first; you’re tired, let me drive."

After Orleans heard this, he looked out the car window where the rain seemed to have lightened up. Wen Maixue opened the car door, walked around to the driver’s side, opened the door for Orleans, and he got out of the car.

The car door closed, and Orleans walked to the front of the car. Suddenly the headlights turned on, the wheels spun rapidly, and with a heavy thud, Orleans’s body was knocked to the side, like a heavy snowflake falling from the sky.

The rain splattered onto the car; Wen Maixue stepped hard on the accelerator, driving straight ahead. She didn’t dare to look back, not even a glance, at the body lying on the ground. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket, monthly ticket; your support is my biggest motivation.)