She Approved the Split He Fell Apart Novel

133 My Own Justice

Scarlett’s POV

3 don’t know if it belongs to your mom yet, but that necklace definitely has a story behind it,” Lucas smirks with confidence. “The chain has some rust on it. By the smell left in the case? I’d say…”

I hold my breath, and he purses his lips, looking at me with a teasing smirk. I feel an anxiety rush when I realize he is taunting me, “What–71*

“Blood,” He blurts calmly, cutting my outburst out, and giving me another anxiety rush yet again.

“What?!” I shrill ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Shushhhh!” He hisses at me, pointing at the door and leading me away from it and closer to the window. Right. It’s not something for other’s ears.

“But.. blood? Why would there be blood on there? Do drug users spill blood when they are dying?” I can’t sort out a million questions in my mind, “And also, why would a junkie have such a nice necklace? And why would Jack Fuller take it? For money? He does not look like he is trying to sell it–”

Lucas makes a quiet posture with his hand, finally shutting me up. He looks very bothered, rolling his eyes and rubbing his hair, like a disappointed teacher. Finally, he takes a deep breath, speaking slowly and clearly as he looks into my eyes: “Seriously, detective work? Not your thing.”.

Duh?!

“I know you were a scout back in the army, okay?! Just tell me!” I grab my hair in frustration. I’m not a detective to begin with! Besides, my brain is completely shut down at the shocking fact that I JUST saw the belongings of my Mom passing me — on Ava’s neck, ugh — but! Passing me! I was so close to it and it was so pretty!

“How about,” Lucas snaps his finger and catches my wondering mind, “Jack Fuller is lying through and through? Your Mom wasn’t a junkie, she might have died but certainly not of overdose, and from the quality of that necklace? She was not poor. Anything but!”

Of course he lied. I can’t close my shocked jaw, but the facts begin to string up in my mind–

I was with my mom when something lethal happened to her. Jack Fuller was there. He took me and the necklace from my Mom, and lied about where I came from. It makes sense that he guards his study tighter than a prison – he doesn’t want me to look for my family because if Mom was not a poor, overdosed junkie, but someone rich- then they would want me back and he would lose his blood vessel for his daughter!

But what happened to my Mom? Did Jack Fuller kill her? If he did, then why take the necklace home? If not, then why was he so conveniently there to take me at the one moment when my Mom couldn’t protect me? And most importantly why didn’t my family come to look for me in all these years, if they were rich and all?

Do they…not want me either?

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“If we can get the necklace, then we can get the DNA from the blood and if that matches yours, then it’s definitely your Mom’s belongings,” Lucas’s ramble gets stronger as my mind calms down from the big news. I can’t panic. I need to think and make the right decision, “After that, it will be easy to fish our your

family-

“I don’t want to do that,” I blurt and Lucas is shocked muted–

“What?!”

“I mean, I don’t want to do it that way,” I shake my head in haste, trying to sort out my messy mind, “I don’t want to stand out under the spotlight with an expensive necklace and fish out a family that I don’t know. This time I want to do it right. You said it’s easy to find them, right? Can I find out their identity first, and see clearly for who they are before I make a decision on whether to tell them?”

“I mean, anyone would be better than the Fullers,” Lucas huffs with despise, “What if Jack Fuller murdered your Mom?”

“I doubt I can make him pay even if I can prove a murder case that happened twenty–something years

ago,” I shake my head, my mind miraculously calm and clear, “besides, even if he did, it’s way past the deadline of prosecution.”

I want justice, but I might have to do it…my way.