Chapter 1147


    Ralph pondered whether or not to use the key to open the door as he drew closer to it. ‘Will I trigger a


    bomb? Who knows, Heather might be nning to blow me up. Maybe there’s a ferocious dog inside,


    waiting to bite me to death. Or she has hidden a dead body inside so she could frame me as a


    murderer?’


    Imagining all these horrible scenarios, he had a sudden urge to leave.


    However, knowing he had nowhere else to go, he reasoned that he would be better off dead than


    struggling to stay alive. He gritted his teeth and opened the door.


    To his surprise, it was quiet inside, and nothing happened. Groping in the dark, he turned on the light


    switch on the wall and saw that it was just an ordinary apartment.


    The apartment was minimally furnished, without a TV, and only had some sofas, tables, and chairs. He


    went into the bedroom and saw only a simple bed.


    He had never seen an apartment as empty as this. Besides sleeping, it served no other purpose as


    there was no kitchenware, refrigerator, washing machine, or other appliances.


    Even so, the ce was more than enough for him at the moment.


    Shutting the door, he walked around the apartment twice and discovered that it was just an ordinary


    one-bedroom apartment with a toilet. ‘Well, at least I now have a shelter, and I don’t have to keep


    roaming outside.’


    He felt sleepy as he began to rx. He took off his dirty jacket, washed his face in the toilet, andid


    down on the bed, soon falling into a deep slumber.


    In the dream, Alexander mocked him while other rtives made fun of him. Even his friends he used to


    hang out with had turned against him and badmouthed him. Ralph wanted to scream but could not


    because he was surrounded by thick mist. Just as he panicked and became sweaty, he suddenly saw


    his mother.


    “Mom, tell them that you gave birth to me, and I’m a son of the Russell family! How could I not be? I


    truly am! Alex must be the one who faked the DNA report, right? Well, tell them!” He said it desperately


    and dropped to his knees to embrace her legs.


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    Margaret bent over slightly and looked at him with a slight smile. Reaching out her hand, she caressed


    his face, her gaze ever so gentle.


    However, the next second, her gaze turned into a cruel re as she pped his face and gave him a


    hard kick. “Go away! You’re not my real son, you b*stard!”


    “No, no, no! I’m not! I’m not!” He screamed desperately and jerked awake.


    He opened his eyes and saw a bright light enveloping his vision. He caught his breath heavily, not sure


    if he was still dreaming.


    All sweaty and wet, he thought the nightmare was too real, so much so that he could hardly breathe.


    “You’re awake.” A gentle female voice startled him. He looked over his head and saw “Heather” sitting


    on the edge of the bed, gazing quietly at him.


    “Are you all right? Did you have a nightmare?” She reached out her hand as if to touch his face.


    Shocked, Ralph backed off in reflex, not wanting her to touch him.


    Seeing his reaction, “Heather’s” gaze twinkled with sympathy, and she put down her hand. “Don’t be


    afraid. I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to see if you’re okay.”


    “I’m fine.” He shook his head and let out a sigh as he collected himself. He looked exhausted with his


    head propped on a hand. “I’m fine.”