My Parents Neglected Me Until I Died Novel by yueji

Quinn Ortega sat with his head lowered, lost in thought.

I stood in the corner, wondering why I was still tethered to him, despite my body being in the process of being cremated.

Nothing seemed to have changed-I was still bound to him, following him wherever he went. Was it because the killer hadn’t been caught yet?

As I pondered, I heard footsteps approaching upstairs. Audrey Macy arrived.

I was surprised. Quinn Ortega’s parents had always disliked Audrey Macy and had made it clear that she was never welcome.

How had she managed to come in?

Quinn Ortega asked the same question.

Audrey Macy’s expression stiffened, and she said pitifully, “Your parents aren’t home. I asked the se**ant to let me in. I heard about Nicole, and I want you to know it’s not your fault. Don’t overthink it.

“Why did you lie to me?” Quinn Ortega’s gaze was fixed on Audrey Macy.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“You told me that you were the one who saved me from the fire, but Duncan Shepard told me it was actually Nicole Hayward who did.” Quinn Ortega sneered, “Did you think I would never find out the truth?”

Audrey Macy’s face changed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She shook her head and choked out, “It’s not like that. I didn’t want to lie to you, but I was so afraid of losing you. You don’t know how terrified I was when I saw Nicole Hayward with you. I was scared that if you knew the truth, you wouldn’t want me anymore. Quinn, I really love you, you know that.

As she spoke, Audrey Macy suddenly hugged Quinn Ortega, pressing her soft body against him.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied to you. I won’t do it again. Please forgive me?”

Quinn Ortega’s expression was pained as he pushed her away gently, holding her arms. “I’m too tired today. Please go home.

Audrey Macy, observing Quinn Ortega’s demeanor, bit her lip and left slowly.

Quinn Ortega hid his fatigue, returning to his usual indifferent self, and picked up the phone. “I need you to investigate two things for me.”

I was curious when I heard Quinn Ortega instructing the person on the other end of the line to look into something related to his traditional medicine from three years ago.

I knew this suspicion had arisen because of today’s events.

Aside from his interactions with Audrey Macy, Quinn Ortega was always sharp-witted. I had initially noticed him because he won a gold medal representing his school in a national university debate competition.

Someone with a sharp mind couldn’t be considered a fool.

But it was all irrelevant to me now. After all, Ì was already dead.