Chapter 1164


    In the end, she just didn’t have the guts to go in, so she just hung around in the living room downstairs,


    not doing much, just keeping Tylerpany. She parked herself on the couch, watching TV, and when


    it was time to eat, she got up to cook.


    While she was cooking. Tyler was standing there, arms folded, quietly watching her bustle about. Only


    when she had finished and served the food on the table did he sit down.


    At this point, Liana would fork up a piece of garlic pork chop and put it on Tyler’s te, “Give it a try, is


    it good?”


    Tyler would arch an eyebrow, parting his lips as a signal to Liana, “Feed me.”


    With a resigned chuckle, Liana would spear another piece of garlic pork chop and guide it to his mouth.


    Observing him methodically chew and swallow, her forced smile blossomed into one of genuine


    affection.


    Even when a morsel of garlic pork chop tumbled from her fork to the floor unnoticed, she continued to


    feed Tyler, as if each mouthful could fill a void


    within her.


    As the evening unfurled, Liana would sp Tyler’s hand, leading him to the garden beyond the vi.


    Despite its overrun state, in Liana’s eyes, it was still a


    garden.


    Hand in hand, they would meander from the garden to the beach, then settle down on the plushwn,


    gaze cast towards the celestial tapestry above. They would while away the hours under the starlit sky,


    engaged in quiet conversation.


    When the night was deep, Liana would go back to the master bedroom, take a shower, wrap her arms


    around Tyler’s waist, and then snuggle into his arms and close her eyes to sleep. Even though it was


    just a pillow, she could feel the warmth andfort of Tyler’s presence.


    And so, she spent 29 days with Tyler.


    On thest day, Liana pushed open the door to the birdcage room.


    Strangely, she didn’t see Tyler sitting by the floor–to–ceiling window, there was nothing in that spot, just


    some remaining blood stains.


    No one cared about Tyler, he was already dead. After his body was removed, no one came to clean up


    the blood here, it was like it was abandoned.


    There was a heavy smell of blood in the room, and a hint of decay. This hint seemed to be luring Liana


    towards death, as if only through death could she find release.


    Liana held the gun, walked step by step to the floor–to–ceiling window, and then slowly sat down. The


    position and posture she sat in was exactly the same as Tyler’s.


    She killed him to atone for her sins. So, in whatever way he died, that’s how she should leave this


    world. No one can escape the condemnation of their


    conscience.


    Before she pulled the trigger, she sent a message to the local police, exining that Tyler’s death was


    not suicide, but murder by her. This was herte confession


    After sending the message, she lifted the gun in her hand, aimed it without hesitation at her own heart,


    and pulled the trigger hard.


    Simultaneously, Eleanor’s video call pinged, punctual as always. As it had been for the past 29 days, if


    left unanswered, she would persist.


    A surge of blood erupted from Liana’s chest. She could distinctly feel the bullet piercing her heart


    before lodging itself into the expansive window behind her. Whether the bullet shattered the ss and


    shot out, Liana couldn’t ascertain.


    Her gaze remained locked onto Eleanor’s avatar on the phone screen, tears streaming unchecked


    down her face.


    She thought, “Eleanor, I’m sorry, I’ve disappointed you. You wished for me to live strongly, but I simply


    couldn’t.


    My life was a catalogue of errors, my existence from my tender years to adulthood, a colossal mistake.


    The woman I revered as my mother orchestrated my vition by a crowd, how was I to reconcile with


    such a truth?


    She was the one closest to me, the one for whom I would willinglyy down my life. Yet, after exploiting


    me for over three decades, she revealed it all to be an borate charade.


    Her supposed affection, her perceived protection, even her tender words and gestures were all part of


    the fabrication. Yet, I lived under this deceitful veneer, aiding her schemes and sharing her concerns.”


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    Liana reflected, “What’s the meaning of my existence? It all seems so futile. If that’s the case, why


    should I go on living?”