The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 248: Do they also deserve to die?

[PRESENT TIME]

When Kim landed after the long flight, she didn’t waste any more breath and headed straight to Fil’s hometown. According to Jackson’s people, there was only one person who moved into the town nearest Fil’s parent’s home.

The house was small and old, with some new patches around. The dim yellow light on the porch brought this somber atmosphere.

When the wind blew from behind Kim, she glanced up at the house. It was already evening here, but Kim was never afraid of darkness or the night. Yet, right at this moment, she couldn’t deny the traces of dread creeping up her spine.

"Did you confirm?" she asked the second she felt a presence behind her.

"Yes," answered the man in black. "It’s him."

A glint flickered across Kim’s eyes as all her facial features turned sharp. In the blink of an eye, the two figures outside the rundown townhouse disappeared, only to reappear inside the quiet home.

There was only one source of light in the house, and it was coming from the kitchen. Just like the one on the porch, the color was a warm yellow. Looking around, there wasn’t anything worthy of a second look. There was barely any furniture and appliances.

Kim cast the people inside a quiet look and nodded. Knowing that signal, they disappeared from her sight, leaving her all alone.

She gazed at the kitchen, her jaw clenching. Her steps were as light as a feather, her presence slowly diminishing. When she reached the kitchen, a thick layer of frost coated her eyes.

There, having dinner at the table, was the very familiar Quentin.

Quentin didn’t bother looking at his guest, eating the food Irene had made for him from a bowl. He didn’t show the slightest sign of hostility or anything of the sort. If anything, he was acting as if he didn’t know Kim was by the entrance of the dining area.

"Quentin." Kim’s quiet and cold voice sliced through the morbid silence. "I finally found you."

Quentin paused but still ate a spoonful before he slowly cast Kim a quick look. "Kimerald."

"Tch." A scornful hiss escaped her the second he locked eyes with her. "You gave me a hard time."

"I did?" Quentin emptied his mouth, his back upright. "Apologies. I didn’t mean to, Kimerald."

"Do not call me that," she scorned. "Only my mother can call me by that name."

"But I am your father."

Her face twitched. "No."

"You accept Jackson, but not her husband." Quentin slowly looked away from her, keeping his calm demeanor. "What an unfair world."

"It is an unfair world, but I don’t think it is for you," she snorted.

Quentin was a prince who was used to getting everything that he wanted. Kim already knew the real story of how Latrice ended up as the crown princess, and that was because this man claimed her as if she were an object. It was only fair if Quentin married the woman he picked up out of nowhere, but never her heart.

He couldn’t have it all.

"If the world is fair to me, then that means it is also fair to her," Quentin returned calmly. "Since you came in here and not Jackson, it must mean all of you are ready to let her go."

"It’s been centuries, Quentin." A tinge of sadness flickered across her eyes. "We need to put everything to bed."

"Want," Quentin remarked. "Not need."

"Whatever you think it is." She scoffed before she pulled up a silver pistol, pointing it at him. "But I didn’t come here to catch up. Quentin, the council, had sentenced you to death for the crime of meddling with humans for centuries. And I hereby execute —"

"Elijah."

Kim halted at the name that came out of Quentin’s mouth. The man fluttered his eyelashes ever so slowly, pushing himself up from the chair.

"Elijah, Irene, Simon, Kenzo, Elise, Olivia..." Quentin uttered all the names that were close to Fil, making Kim freeze.

After hanging out with Fil so much, Kim was particularly familiar with all these names. Fil would casually mention them, especially those from her work.

"... do they also deserve to die, Kimerald?" he asked, and her breath hitched.

Kim immediately grasped what Quentin meant by that question. After all, it was how he managed to survive all these years from Jackson.

"You..." Kim scoffed under her breath, realizing they were too focused on searching for this man, they forgot what he was truly capable of. "... link your life to theirs, just like how you did with her?"

"You can say that, but they won’t get reborn over and over while I am alive." A small smile appeared on his expressionless face. "That is only especially for my wife, Latrice, or Filomena, as you’ve called her."

Kim could still kill him, even if that was the case. After all, Fil would still live in this lifetime. However, knowing Fil, she couldn’t just decide on her own. These people were her family and friends whom she treasured with all her life.

Her grip on the silver pistol tightened before she dropped it to her side.

"What do you want this time, Quentin?" she hissed, a little defeated. "Kill her? Make her suffer?"

"Nothing... yet."

"What?"

Quentin casually propped his buttocks against the edge of the wooden table, resting his hands on either side of him.

"I said nothing yet," he repeated. "I’ve yet to decide on what to do with her this time. Although I am entertained, watching Jackson believe in this fairytale he’s making himself believe."

His tone was the same, but Kim couldn’t help but feel the same ominous feeling she felt in the past.

"After all, you and I both know she doesn’t want him," he continued. "What she wants is to rot with me."

"You still believe what you want to believe."

"No, I am simply stating the truth and not what I believe." He shook his head. "What I say and what I believe are two different things. I know why she doesn’t want him and I also know her heart belonged to him, not mine."

His eyes were brooding, making it hard for anyone to read his thoughts. "I share your sentiments, Kimerald. After so long, I’ve come to realize this has been too exhausting for me as well. Therefore, I might finally fulfill her wishes."

Quentin slowly stood tall on his feet, his aura exuding power and authority. At the same time, Kim raised her pistol and a few of her company also appeared on the scene. Much to her dismay, Quentin only clasped his hand, and all the people who came to her rescue were sliced up into many parts in a blink of an eye.

Her eyes went wide in shock as her breath hitched. Shifting her eyes back to him, Kim realized she suddenly couldn’t move an inch.

’Since when did he get this strong?’

"This house... underneath it is a magic circle," he explained quietly as he advanced in her direction. "Kimerald, even though I had yet any plans on how to make her suffer, I do have my plans on how to make Jackson suffer."

Stopping a step from her, the corner of his lips hooked up into a vile smirk. "The first step in that is taking the life of his beloved step-daughter."

The second those words rolled out of his tongue, Kim’s breath hitched one more time. She slowly gazed down, only to see half of his hand plunged deep into her chest.