Chapter 1951


    "If you had used a deadly drug, there would be no need for you to use a dagger anymore."


    "If you had used a deadly drug, there would be no need for you to use a dagger anymore,"


    Jefferson answered with a rxed expression. Although he sounded certain, deep down, he was


    slightly panicking."


    He was very clear about what kind of person Miss Nina was. He knew that she might appear at


    any moment but he hadn''t told Adrienne.


    He thought that he had made all the necessary preparations, and that he had everything under his


    control. He was confident that Nina would eventually fall into his hands, but he had failed to


    consider that even the slightest mistake could make Adrienne lose her life.


    Jefferson stepped forward to help Adrienne up. He used his finger to feel her pulse. It was weak but


    stable, which meant that she was fine. It was only then he could breathe a sigh of relief.


    Nina looked up andughed. "Men are all the same. They gamble their women''s lives for what


    they desire. Are you sure you really love her?" "Take her away," Jefferson instructed his


    subordinates. Then, he carried Adrienne tightly into his arms and apologized, "Little Specky, I''m


    sorry..."


    However, he had no idea that in his arms, Adrienne was opening her eyes slowly.


    The night was pitch ck.


    Adrienne had a long knife in her hand as she swung it at everyone in sight. She watched as more


    people fell onto the ground. Soon, she was surrounded by corpses, but she thought that it was not


    enough. She waved her knife around and screamed, "I will kill you, I''ll kill all of you here..."


    "No, no, no, I don''t want to kill, I don''t want to..." It was as if Adrienne had sobered up all of a


    sudden. She threw the long knife away and ran with all her might, trying to escape from the dark


    abyss. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not get out of that ce.


    Suddenly, a blurry figure appeared before her, and the long knife that she had thrown away was in


    her hand once again. She raised her hand and hacked at the figure, causing blood and flesh to fly


    everywhere. She was so frightened that she dropped the knife and wanted to run again. However, it


    was as if someone was holding her down by her legs; she was unable to run.


    "Adrienne, Sheridan''s blood flows within you. You have violence in your bones. You belong with us.


    You do not belong to the light."


    "No, no, no! Let me go! Let me go! I don''t want to kill anyone! I don''t want to! Don''t force me..."


    Adrienne cried out.


    "Little Specky! Little Specky! Wake up, wake up!" Jefferson''s voice woke Adrienne from her dream,


    and her hands were clenched tight, as if she was still holding a knife.


    She looked at Jefferson dazedly. She couldn''t tell if it was a dream or reality, so she asked, "Did I kill


    someone?"


    Jefferson patted her on the back andforted her, "No, you didn''t kill anyone. It''s just a


    nightmare."


    "Just a nightmare?" But why did it feel so surreal? It was as if she really had murdered those


    people.


    Could it be that what Sheridan said was true? His blood flowed within her, and she had inherited his


    evil character. Was she really just like him, and that she might turn violent one day?


    "Yes, it''s just a dream. Everything''s fine now that you''re awake." Fortunately, Jefferson was there.


    His deep voice managed to yank her out of her dreams. She nuzzled into his arms and looked up at


    him. "Jefferson, what kind of person do you


    think I am?"


    With her in his embrace, Jefferson rubbed his chin against her forehead gently and teased, "You''re


    a little idiot."


    Adrienne headbutted his chest discontentedly and scolded, "I''m asking you a serious question.


    Don''t give me a half-hearted answer."


    Jefferson tightened his hug, trying to warm her up as he answered, "You are my little idiot."


    Adrienne red at him and rolled out of his embrace in anger. She wanted to distance herself from


    him, or she might actually beat him into a pulp.


    However, as soon as she moved, Jefferson pulled her back into his arms, and his pleasant voice


    sounded above her head, "You are a person with a strong sense of righteousness and you hold


    onto your principles dearly. As long as it isn''t something that goes against your values, you''re more


    than happy to discuss it. But when it does, you''ll always keep your stand no matter what."


    "Do you think it''s good for someone to hold onto their own principles no matter what?" Adrienne did


    not know whether she should be happy about Jefferson''s evaluation on her. It was good to hold


    onto one''s principle but to put it bluntly, it simply meant that she was unable to think outside the box


    or be more flexible, and that shecked the understanding of human sophistication.


    Jefferson kissed her forehead andmented, "Everything in this world is rtive, and nothing is


    absolute. It''s good to have high principles, especially when ites to work. But in life, sometimes


    you just have to learn to adjust your view of things. You can''t be too stubborn, and you must learn


    how to adapt."


    Adrienne knew what he was referring to. She was willing to think about it positively, but Sheridan


    was a ck mark in her life. Even if she didn''t think about it, others would judge her for it behind her


    back.


    She was just an ordinary person. She couldn''t ignore what others thought about herpletely.


    A forensic doctor had toe from a clean background. She felt that she no longer had the right to


    pursue her career in that field anymore.


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    She pushed all those annoying thoughts out of her mind and said, "I''ll go pay Freya a visit


    tomorrow."


    "We''ll talk about it tomorrow. Let''s just get some sleep first," Jefferson suggested.


    "But I don''t want to sleep." Adrienne was afraid of falling asleep and having a nightmare again. She


    was worried that she would be a viin in her nightmare and wake up as someone else.


    There were simply too many things that she was afraid of.


    Jefferson understood her fear, but he did not know how tofort her. "Little Specky, let bygones


    be bygones. We still have a long way to go in the future. Let''s look ahead and try our best to live our


    lives to the fullest, okay?"


    "I know. You don''t need to tell me that." Adrienne moved closer to him and whispered, "Do you think


    that the only person we can trust is ourselves?"


    "What are you talking about? Don''t you trust me?" Jefferson suddenly raised his voice and


    reminded, "Please don''t think that all men are like Sheridan."


    Adrienne fell silent.


    "Little Specky, it doesn''t matter if you don''t trust others, but you have to trust me," Jefferson uttered,


    having realized that he had said something wrong.


    Adrienne was still silent so Jefferson continued, "I know that it''s tough for you to ept what


    happened with Sheridan, and I know that you aren''t as calm as you seem on the outside, but I want


    you to believe in me, and let me stay by your side."


    Adrienne did not respond.


    Could she still believe in love?


    She thought that Sheridan had loved Eudora, too.


    He got so anxious and sad when she merely burned her hand... But what happened after that? He


    was also the same man who watched as the woman he imed to love got chopped up into


    pieces...


    At that thought, Adrienne felt nauseated. She got out of bed and ran into the bathroom. She vomited


    so much that she started throwing up bile. Even so, the gagging feeling did not ease up.