The Secret Heir's Return to Wealth and Love novel Chapter 1915

Erica nodded like a ghost, and let Larkin lead her to rest.

She didn't have insomnia, and fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed.

Then she started dreaming.

She dreamt about the night she chatted with Rosalynn, when they talked about Madeleine.

Erica knew she couldn't share this news with Rosalynn.

She couldn't discuss this with Rosalynn.

She tried hard to turn off her phone, but couldn't.

The chat log was still jumping around.

Erica was in a flurry, repeating to herself over and over, "Don’t help her, or Mary will die!!"

But until she woke up from the struggle, she couldn't stop any of this in her dream.

After waking up, Erica was gasping for breath deeply.

Larkin, who was watching her, quickly helped her sit up, "It's okay, just a nightmare."

Erica's gaze took a few seconds to focus.

She checked the time.

Although the dream time was short, but in reality, it was almost five in the afternoon.

"Have some water." Larkin handed her water bottle to her.

Erica never liked to drink water, so Larkin bought her a water bottle with a straw to let her take a few sips when she was doing nothing.

This way her daily water intake would be enough.

Erica bit the straw and took two big gulps.

"Are you hungry? The cafeteria won't open for a while, shall I take you out for a meal?" Larkin gently smoothed her disheveled hair, soothing her softly.

Instead, she said. "They must hate me. You left the monastery for me, causing Abbot to die in regret, and Mary indirectly died because of me."

Erica's eyes were hollow, "Yes, I should go, I can't stay here to make them angry."

She said, not waiting for Larkin to explain, quickly packed her things, and pulled Larkin to leave.

As soon as they got to the door, they heard a commotion.

"You can't do this. You promised to help us contact a doctor!"

"Your daughter killed Mary, and you expect us to help you? Do you know what are you talking about?" Martin said angrily.

Erica felt a chill.

Before Larkin could react, she put down her stuff and ran over.

She pushed through the crowd, only to see a middle-aged woman sitting on the ground, slapping her thigh and crying loudly.

"It's so unfair! When my daughter came that day, she just got out of the hospital and was fine! You provoked her and caused her illness! If you didn't prepare a fruit knife, how could she kill someone! Now she's arrested, and you want to shirk your responsibility! You're clearly wicked people!" The woman cried and shouted, then suddenly knelt down, "God, please open your eyes and see how these wicked monks are bullying people!"