Chapter 30
A brilliant smile formed on Ceres’s lips.
“You’re going to make my brother your witness?”
A wife who ran away with her lover.
A son who followed her.
And a friend of that son, who came claiming he had something to deliver on behalf of the departed.
From the man’s perspective, it was as if the perfect excuse had walked right up to him.
Ceres’s smile turned vicious as she pictured Dave’s father rushing to the guards, using the letter Julia had received as justification.
She could see exactly how things would have unfolded if she hadn’t intervened.
‘Nothing would’ve come out of it.’
Because the “runaway” was a lie to begin with.
It was impossible to find a dead child or a lover who didn’t even exist.
Of course, once the guards got involved, they could trace the delivery route—
and finding where the letter had been sent from would be no problem.
But Dave’s father had surely already taken care of that part.
In the end, Dave and his mother would be declared missing, and five years later…
“Declared dead.”
All the blame would fall on the nonexistent man.
And if a “black forest” appeared in the place where the two were thought to have gone missing, the waiting period would be shortened to one year.
At the shortest, within a year—at the longest, within five—the insurance money taken out in their names would’ve ended up in the man’s hands.
“…There’s no need for a devil when he’s already here.”
After calmly surveying the bloodstained house one last time, Ceres restored the flow of time to its original state.
In an instant, all traces vanished as if nothing had ever happened.
Clatter.
Pouring the now-cold tea down the sink, Ceres slowly stepped outside.
Her eyes, as she closed the door behind her, were colder than ever.
‘There’s only one place a devil belongs.’
Go on then—try living in hell.
