Next One Is a Babe

Chapter 2143

Furthermore, since Bryce had previously locked Leah in the basement, Cindy caught a glimpse of Leah's condition through the videotapes. The basement didn't seem like a pleasant place—its conditions were harsh, and Leah had spent a long while inside. Despite so, Leah still managed to survive, and she even came back as her usual arrogant, aggressive, and haughty self. Cindy couldn't imagine what Leah must have gone through to end up sacrificing her own life.

Ian didn't know the details of the situation, so Cindy had a lot of questions that she didn't have the answers to. Both of them could only sigh and lament over the situation on the phone. Soon enough, Ian arrived at the hotel. He had to grab a meal, so they ended the call before that. After Cindy got off the call, she hurried off to check the news. It seemed like there were no reports on Leah's situation yet.

Even though there weren't any reports just yet, Cindy was certain that the news would spread soon. I wonder what the public will think of Ian then. People nowadays seem to use death as a measure of the whole situation. Regardless of the evil deeds one may commit throughout their life, it seems as if they're absolved of all sins from the moment they die, she thought.

Things were the same with Bryce—Bryce was the one who had put himself in such a dire situation. Yet, the public was quick to forgive him simply because his story had a bad ending to it. They talked about how things were hard for him, how he had been fooled, and how pitiful he was. They placed all of the faults on Leah. Now that Leah is gone, the public is probably going to find ways to make her seem innocent. They'll probably shift all of the blame to someone else instead. Cindy let out a sigh. It seems like this series of terrible events will never end.

After a short while, Cindy flipped her book open before going through its contents. Initially, she thought she couldn't read much, but she felt surprisingly calm as she immersed herself in the book. She was

quick to regulate her emotions and calm herself down, perhaps because she had learned to accept things as they were after all the horrible encounters she had. Cindy read for a while before she put her book aside and turned the lights off. It was bedtime, so she lay down and shut her eyes. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

She couldn't help but recall Leah's face once she closed her eyes. She had images of both Leah as an elegant, proper woman and Leah as a crazed, frantic woman. Cindy no longer got a chance to see Leah after Logan ruined Leah's face, and she didn't see Leah's dead body, either. Just the two images that Cindy had in her mind were already enough to make her feel rather uneasy. Cindy wasn't an evil person—regardless of how much she despised Leah, she still felt rather sorry to hear that she was gone.

Cindy didn't necessarily feel any heartache or pity for the woman—she was simply reminded of how fragile and unpredictable life was. It doesn't matter if this was an accident or if it was planned—either way, her death feels really sudden. Cindy tossed and turned in bed as she sighed and told herself not to overthink the situation. She eventually fell asleep, but she was plagued by a bunch of confusing and messy dreams, all of which contained Leah.

Leah looked frantic and crazy in some of the dreams, while she looked like a mess and was locked up in the basement in others. Cindy also had dreams of Leah keeping watch over Ian. She had one too many dreams throughout the night, so she couldn't distinguish between all the dreams by the time she woke up the next morning. Maybe I'm too easily influenced. I spent the whole night dreaming about this matter after hearing the news.

After washing up, Cindy went back to bed and reached for her phone. She scrolled through the news, but again, there were no articles on Leah. Cindy was genuinely curious to know more about Leah's death. Even though Leah whined about being poor and miserable, she was actually a wealthy woman, and she typically had some money with her. She had never been as poor as she claimed to be.