Sweet Subterfuge novel by Trina Duo
Chapter 892

Kevan couldn't read Wendy's mind; he wasn't in her shoes.

Given all the stress and pain Wendy had endured that day, he couldn't be certain if she would redirect her anger toward Larissa. So, he opted for silence.

"You should head back. It's been a tough day for you too." Larissa sniffled.

Kevan stared at her side profile for a moment. He sighed softly in his heart.

"Alright, you get some rest too."

Larissa moved the fold-out bed closer to Wendy's and sat cross-legged on it. Her gaze was fixed on Wendy's face.

She remained lost in thought throughout the night.

She mulled over countless scenarios of how Wendy might react when she woke up.

Would Wendy lash out physically or verbally? Would she sever their friendship completely, or would she entertain even more drastic ideas?

As these thoughts circulated in Larissa's mind, the sky outside gradually lightened.

Wendy's dream went on for quite a while.

In her dream, she saw a little girl about Aster's age.

The girl wore a beautiful floral dress and had short, silky, chestnut-colored hair.

The girl gazed at her with big eyes and called her "Mommy" sweetly.

Wendy was really happy. She hurried over, wanting to hug and kiss the little girl.

But just before she could touch the girl, the girl vanished, as if she had never been there before. Wendy went mad.

She spun around to replace the girl. The surroundings were vast.

There was nothing except for a white background.

Yet voices continued to echo in her ears.

"Mommy!"

"Mommy!"

"Mommy!"

The voices ranged from joyous to sorrowful, to even angry, one after the other.

"Where are you?" Wendy cried out hoarsely, but there was no response.

All she could hear were those persistent calls.

"Mommy!"

"Mommy!"

"Mommy!"

It pushed her to the brink of a breakdown. She ran and yelled, "Come out! Hurry!"

Yet all that surrounded her was an expanse of repetitive whiteness.

She ran for what felt like an eternity until exhaustion forced her to collapse on the ground.

The little girl's voice vanished at that very moment.

In the white space, sudden rhythmic footfalls filled the air.

It was the sound of hard leather shoe soles striking the ground.

Тар.

Тар.

Тар.

The footsteps drew nearer and nearer. A pair of shiny black leather shoes came into her view.

The style of those shoes was all too familiar to her; she had seen them on Edmund's feet countless times.

"Wendy."

That person spoke. His voice was enchanting.

Wendy slowly raised her head.