Chapter 125: Dickson's Downfall
Dickson smiled and said, “It’s nothing, really. I just want to leave. I want to go somewhere no one knows me and start a new life. I don’t want to see those people anymore, nor do I want to live with this hatred. Sierra, regardless, I’m glad to have met you.”
Sierra narrowed her eyes slightly. “Dickson, what have you heard?”
Since he had decided to leave, there was no need for secrecy. Dickson hesitated before saying, “Sierra, I know that Daphne’s death is connected to you. You helped me out of guilt, but I’m still grateful. You’ve saved my life more than once, and you even took care of my mom’s body.”
Sierra interrupted him. “Wait! You say Daphne’s death is related to me? Who told you that?”
Dickson didn’t hide anything and shared about his encounter with someone from the prison.
Sierra finally understood why Dickson had been acting strangely yesterday. At this moment, she didn’t know whether to be relieved that Dickson truly appreciated her or to comment on his naiveté.
“He told you, and you believed him?”
Sierra was at a loss for words. Dickson pursed his lips and said nothing, his demeanor showing that he believed the person’s words completely. Sierra realized that it made sense; after all, she had always hidden the cause of his sister’s death from him.
After thinking it over, she said, “Daphne’s death has nothing to do with me. I only found out she was dead a while ago.”
If it weren’t for that video, she might not have even remembered Daphne.
Dickson’s expression changed. “What? Sierra, are you telling the truth?”
“At this point, I have no reason to lie to you, Dickson. Don’t just believe what strangers tell you.”
Sierra knew why that person would do such a thing: they wanted to drive a wedge between her and Dickson. It was a classic Shane move, who loved to play such games under the guise of exploring human nature. Nonsense!
“Then tell me, how did my sister really die? Don’t hide it from me, please!”
Dickson was visibly agitated. He had convinced himself not to care, only to discover he didn’t know the whole truth. He was relieved he hadn’t acted impulsively, fearing he would have regretted it for the rest of his life.
Sierra was hesitating when Jonathan, who had finished his phone call, came back and said, “You should tell him the truth. Keeping things hidden isn’t always good.”
He had overheard some of their conversation and was relieved that Dickson hadn’t lost all his senses.
If Dickson had attacked Sierra last night… Just thinking about the possibility made Jonathan feel inexplicably irritable.
Seeing Dickson’s urgent desire for the truth, Sierra hesitated but finally said, “She was tortured to death.”
Dickson’s mind reeled. “Tortured to death? By whom?”
Sierra looked at Dickson with pity. “I can’t tell you that. And don’t try to investigate it. You won’t be able to find anything. Daphne made a deal to get out. She wanted money…”
Dickson broke down, suddenly slapping himself hard. “My sister died because of me. It was me!”
“No, you don’t understand, it’s me, I caused her death! Mom got sick, I had to study, take care of Mom, and work. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I went to see her. I blamed her for everything I was going through,” Dickson cried out in agony.
Sierra was stunned; she hadn’t known these things. She knew Daphne had been down during those days; she even asked how to make a lot of money and get out. Sierra asked what was wrong, but she didn’t say.
Later one day, Daphne suddenly told Sierra that she could leave and make a lot of money. After that, Sierra never heard from her again.
So, it was because of this. Sierra felt a deep sense of sorrow, unsure of what to say.
After Dickson had cried for a while, she finally went over to comfort him. “Daphne wouldn’t want to see you like this. Don’t take the blame upon yourself.”
Sierra’s words didn’t seem to help much. From that day on, Dickson’s condition worsened, even showing signs of self-harm.