305 Blood on her hands

Y– y– ye–" he lost the support of his legs and fell to the floor. "Pl– pleas– please, don't kill me!"

"Why should I not?" the voice asked. 

Mr. Wales looked fearfully at the woman who was sitting on the top of a black car. She was wearing all black and was stroking a gun and looking lonely and sad. Her beautiful face looked like it had never graced a smile before. 

The face looked exactly like that of his second wife Alice! 

Mr. Wales' fear wasn't bred from how his wife's face was looking right now, but why and how she returned from death!... Or, Wasn't she dead? 

Seeing the look on Mr. Wales' face, the person said; "I'm not who you're thinking I am, but good that you still remember this face."

Immediately Mr. Wales heard that his brain jolted. The image of the woman who he killed her newborn daughter at the hospital flashed through his mind. 

"Y– y– you are–"

"Don't cause me to waste my time. I'm Alex, Alice's twin sister."