Sweet Revenge By Nuit Chapter 579
Chapter 579 You Are Not Paisley
When Bridger arrived at the door, he hesitated for a moment. Bridger held the key and did not dare to
open the door. Once the door was opened, would there be an explosion inside? Did Paisley try to kill
him? Could there be a vicious dog hiding inside ready to bite him to death? Could there be a corpse
hidden inside? And was he here to be the scapegoat?
In an instant, many terrifying thoughts popped up in his mind, and he suddenly felt like he wanted to
turn around and leave.
However, there seemed to be a root under his feet. He was already here. If he turned around and left,
he would have nowhere to go. Bridger held the key and looked at the door, thinking about his current
situation. Even if he died, it would be better than struggling to survive. He gritted his teeth and
decisively opened the door.
Unexpectedly, the apartment was particrly quiet. Nothing happened, but it was dark. Bridger
reached out to touch the switch on the wall. The lights were on, and there were no horrible things. It
was just an ordinary apartment.
There was only basic furniture, not even a TV. There was a sofa, a table, and a chair. When he entered
the bedroom, he saw that there was a bed inside.
He had never seen such a crude apartment. It seemed to have no other use than for sleeping. There
were no kitchen tools, no refrigerator, or washing machine.
However, it was already a very good ce for him right now.
Bridger closed the door and walked around the room twice. He found that this was an ordinary one-
bedroom apartment. There was also a bathroom. At least, it could shelter him from the wind and rain. It
was better than wandering outside.
Bridger rxed, and he immediately became sleepy. He took off his dirty jacket and went to the
bathroom to wash his face. Hey down on the bed and soon fell into a deep
sleep.
In the dream, Simon was coldly mocking him. The other rtives wereughing at him. The friends
who had yed with him before had also distanced themselves from him and mocked him. He seemed
to be surrounded by fog. Bridger opened his mouth and
wanted to call out but could not make a sound. When he was sweating anxiously, he
suddenly saw his mother.
“Mom, tell them that I am your biological son, and I am the son of the Palmer family! How can I not be?
That appraisal report must have been forged by Simon, right? Tell them!” Bridger said anxiously,
kneeling on the ground and holding his mother’s thigh.
Her mother slowly bent down and looked down at him. There was a faint smile on her face. She
reached out a hand and stroked his cheek. Her gaze was so gentle.
But in the next second, her expression changed and became fierce. She pped his face and kicked
him hard. “Get lost! You are not my biological son at all, you bastard!”
“No! No!” Bridger screamed desperately, and then he woke up.
Bridger opened his eyes and gasped for breath. Before he came back to his senses, he was still
immersed in that nightmare. For a moment, he couldn’t tell if it was a dream
or reality.
His entire body was covered in sweat. This nightmare was so real that he couldn’t
breathe.
“You’re awake.” A gentle female voice startled him. Bridger turned his head to look, only to find Paisley
sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him quietly.
“Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?” Paisley reached out to him, seemingly wanting to touch
his cheek.
Bridger was scared and instinctively shrank back as he was afraid that she would touch
him.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m not trying to hurt you. I just want to see if you’re alright,” Paisley
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said as she put down her hand.
“I’m fine,” Bridger shook his head and sighed. He supported his head with one hand and looked very
tired. “It’s fine.”
He was no longer in high spirits like he used to be. At that moment, he looked dejected,
like a defeated rooster. Bridger no longer had his former glory. He looked weak and helpless as if he
had been abandoned by the world.
Bridger had brought her much joy before, but Mallory now felt only as if she saw herself
in him.
His family was so rich, but he was still abandoned by the whole world and had nowhere
to go.
“Don’t be afraid. It’s all in the past. You still have me,” She said as she patted his hand.
Bridger was confused.
She had long, thin fingers with slightly protruding knuckles and fair skin. He could even see her blue
veins. He suddenly felt something was wrong and grabbed her hand.
Mallory was startled, but she did not retract her hand and allowed him to grab it.
Bridger grabbed her hand and looked at it carefully. He thought about it for a moment and then took her
other hand. Then, he rubbed her fingertips and palms and pinched her hands. His mind was in chaos,
but he suddenly thought of something wrong.
He had sometimes thought Paisley was strange before. She seemed to have a split personality. Later,
when he saw her go to psychiatry, he became more certain of that
idea. But now…
He finally found something wrong!
“You are not Paisley! Who are you?” Realizing this fact, he shook her hand off violently
and shrank back in fear.
She was not Paisley! Paisley practiced martial arts all year round. Paisley practiced using sticks and
weapons and variousbat drills so often that her hands were covered with calluses. Her fingers
were also very strong.
Although he hadn’t held Paisley’s hand, the few times she hit him, she grabbed his shoulder hard and
squeezed his wrist. He remembered very clearly that her fingers were very strong. Her knuckles were
like pincers.
However, the woman in front of him now was not Paisley. This woman’s fingers were so slender and
long. Although her knuckles were slightly protruding, that was because she
was too thin. Her fingers were also very soft. More importantly, her hands were very
clean. There were no calluses at all.
It was not right.
However, she apparently looked exactly like Paisley. Even their voices were the same. And the way
they walked was very simr!
Did he go crazy?
When Bridger thought of this, he became even more terrified and stared at her with wide eyes. “You
are not Paisley. Who are you?”
Mallory was at first surprised by his reaction, but after a while, she was pleasantly surprised. She could
not help but move forward and get closer to him. “You recognize me?”
After all these years, no one but her parents and a few people who were very close to her could tell that
she wasn’t Paisley. Bridger had recognized this without knowing that they were sisters.