The Villainess Married The Evil CEO-Chapter 162: Tears Rolling Down Her Cheeks

Owen was shocked seeing this scene. Of everything, murder was the last thing on his mind. But then, he remembered how Abigail had warned him about a serial killer killing people around her. Originally, he hadn’t thought of this seriously.

After all, this should be a mere coincidence. But now that he noticed Asher lying there, lifelessly staring at him, his entire body turned cold. His face paled as he stared at the scene blankly.

So it was true.

He looked around and found a skull origami placed beside the body as if mocking the people sitting there. He sucked in a deep breath and finally pulled out his phone, fumblingly calling the police followed by an ambulance. Then he called Nicholas.

Since Nicholas was the trustee of the hospital he worked for, he had the man’s number, but he never talked to the latter. Then he put the phone down after calling. By this time, he had already noticed Susan crouching close to the trembling and crying Abigail.

"Olivia... Dear, calm down. Everything’s fine. You’re fine. Just stay calm... don’t cry." Susan’s face was already pale upon seeing the sight, but she still gritted her teeth and continued to sit there without moving. "Olivia. I know this is sad. Help is coming. Stay strong."

"Cousin." Owen frowned as he bent over and held Abigail’s shoulders, pulling her up. "I’ll take her away for a while."

Susan knew that he was only saying those words as a psychiatrist. Honestly, this girl needed a doctor, and she was glad that her cousin was here. But at the same time, she didn’t want this to happen at all. Thus, Susan felt conflicted, but she still managed to nod, saying, "Owen, take her away. I’ll handle everything."

"If Nicholas Harrison comes, send him to the adjacent room."

After saying those words, Owen dragged Abigail away from that scene. Once he entered a separate room, he closed the door behind him and finally turned the woman to face him.

Abigail looked utterly lost and blank at the moment. It could be said that she wasn’t far from having her depression phase at the moment.

Owen frowned upon seeing this as he held her shoulders and said, "Abigail. Can you hear me?"

Abigail reacted and finally blinked her eyelids, looking up at the man. More tears rolled down her eyes at that time.

Owen felt like his heart had been hammered by something upon seeing her tears. He took a deep breath, suppressing that emotion to the depths of his heart. For him, his first and the topmost priority was to treat this woman. After that, he would continue to care about her.

Thus, he sat her down on a chair and brought her a glass of water. "Have it."

"But..." Abigail finally opened her mouth as she spoke in a hoarse voice, "That... Asher..."

"Shh... Don’t talk about it for now. Just focus on drinking this water." Owen frowned.

He knew that at such a moment when bipolar patients were facing issues like this, they should be around their family members. Only then could they come out of their depressive state.

He looked at his watch and finally sighed, pulling up a chair and sitting himself in front of the woman. Then he said seriously, "You love Nicholas."

"Huh?" Abigail looked up at the man in confusion.

Why did this doctor change the topic all of a sudden?

"That’s right." Owen felt his heart being hammered once again upon thinking of her loving someone other than him, but he still suppressed that emotion and said, "The person you love is Nicholas. So you haven’t lost anything by losing Asher. Of course, he shouldn’t have died, but you still have your husband you can rely on at least emotionally, right?"

Abigail pursed her lips and shook her head. "You don’t understand.... Owen, he shouldn’t have died. He died because of me. I told him... I shouldn’t have told him... I shouldn’t...."

"Told him what?" Owen’s brows furrowed deeper as he said, "You can tell me if you want. No hurry."

Abigail thought for a while then shook her head. She wiped her face and said bitterly, "If I hadn’t told him, he wouldn’t have died. I won’t tell anyone. I won’t...."

Owen nodded. "That’s alright. No need to tell me. I have called the police just now, you can tell them, can’t you?"

Abigail looked at him blankly.

That’s right.

The murderer was right here. Even though she didn’t know how Rebecca managed to do it while being present at two places....

Wait a minute....

How did she do it?

The more Abigail thought about it, the more she found it impossible. She swore that Rebecca had also walked with them toward the club and danced on the dance floor, but later, she disappeared into the washroom. The woman never took a step outside the club at all!

So how did she do it?

Her face paled upon thinking about it and then she shook her head. "Owen... I think even the police won’t believe me even if I screamed the name of the killer."

So she knew who did this, but it was somehow impossible. Owen tilted his head and thought about it.

It could be that the killer was probably one of the staff members. He needed to talk to Susan to narrow down the candidates before finalizing who was terrorizing Abigail so much. But right now wasn’t the time. At least, he knew something important, and what she just said was a big clue.

Thus, Owen smiled and said, "If you don’t want to tell me the details, it’s fine. When the police come, just tell them that you don’t know anything."

In any case, the police might end up finding the murderer anyway by seeing the security cameras. They didn’t need to do anything extra. Thus, he wasn’t that worried about it.

He looked at her seriously and said, "Abigail, I have always wanted to ask you about something. Do you believe in supernatural occurrences?"

There was a reason why he changed the topic. Talking about something else might divert her attention until Nicholas arrived. At the same time, he wanted to confirm whether his guess about her novel was right.

Abigail was clueless about what he was thinking about and nodded. "Yes."