Chelsea glared at Ben's outreached hand and refused coldly, "I'm not giving it to you."
Ben's brows furrowed.
"So were you really behind it?!"
"I was not! Why won't you believe me?"
Chelsea angrily walked over to her desk and took a seat.
"Was what you just said to me Elliot's original words, Ben?"
Ben placed his hands on the desk.
"Do you think I came here of my own free will? Of course, he was the one who sent me here! I wasn't
even in Aryadelle before this.I only found out about what happened yesterday."
"I see.I heard about what happened at Villa de Sierra.Nothing happened at all."
Chelsea smirked mockingly, then asked, "Since nothing happened, why is he suspicious of me and
won't let this go?"
Ben guessed the truth from her nervous and fearful tone.
Elliot was right.
Chelsea was twisted after her disfigurement.She used to love Elliot more than anything.
If anyone wanted to hurt him, she would be the first one to go head-to-head with whoever it was.
Now, however, she wanted him dead.
Not only did she want him dead, but she was also acting on it.
Her plan failed in the end and did not cause any harm, but if she was kept alive, she would definitely
come up with another plan in the future.
"Stop lying, Chelsea, and stop doing such horrifying things."
Ben frowned as he was in agony.
"We have to pay for our mistakes.Your life is a life.Other people's lives are lives, too."
"I won't admit to it, Ben...If I don't admit to it, then what can you do? Are you just going to go ahead and
incriminate me?"
Tears began to well up in Chelsea's eyes.
"Did you forget that you once attended a banquet the Goldsteins held? Elliot remembers.He wouldn't
have sent me here if he wasn't sure!"
Ben had utterly lost hope in her.
Chelsea's body began to tremble slightly as tears streamed down her face.
"I'm sick..."
She aggressively pulled her desk drawer open and pulled out several bottles of pills.
"These are all the pills I'm on right now...I've got both psychological and mental issues...I can't control
myself...Ben! Please help me!"
The pill bottles she took out were not new, unopened bottles.It was clear that she was indeed taking
those pills.It was just as Ben had expected.
Chelsea would not want to kill Elliot if there was not something psychologically wrong with her.
"There's no use, Chelsea,"' Ben said with furrowed brows.
"We already knew that you were sick.Even so, he still won't let you lice.What if your sickness acts up in
the future and you try to kill someone again?"
Then, he pulled out a white pill from his pocket.
"I don't want you to die a painful death, so I brought this drug with me.Once you take it, you'll fall asleep
right away.After that, you'll die in the next ten minutes."
After Ben calmly finished what he said, Chelsea was completely stunned.
"If you don't do as I say this time, you'll definitely die a much more painful death, Chelsea! Apart from
me, nobody else will feel sorry for you!"
Ben placed the white pill in front of her, then roared, "Take it! I'll make sure you'll be buried well!"
As Chelsea stared at the pill in front of her, her tears quickly came to a halt.
In the end, there was no escape.
Her death was imminent.
Even if she did not take this pill today, Elliot would come and kill her himself not long after.
If that's the case, then the only thing she could do was accept her fate.
She picked up the pill, hesitated for a few seconds, then put it in her pocket.
"I'll take it later, Ben.I'd like to talk about old times with you before I die."
Chelsea walked around from behind her desk, then held Ben's hand and said, "I wouldn't have fallen
this far if I had married you back then, Ben."
Ben could not bear to see her disfigured face.
"The past is the past.No drug can cure one's regrets.You won't feel any pain after you take the pill I
gave you.I found it because I know you're afraid of pain.Be a better person in your next life, Chelsea!"
Chelsea nodded, then wrapped her arms around him.
"Hold me, Ben! Since I was disfigured, nobody ever hugged me again.I've been so lonely it hurts!"
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