Is He a Murderer?

My uncle has a rugged, athletic, and strong body. I don't doubt that at all because I can feel it myself right now.

"Put me down, Uncle." I rebelled, trying to break free. But no matter how hard I tried, his two burly hands didn't move.

Uncle Matthew carried me easily as if my body wasn't heavy. I weighed more than 40 kilograms.

He carried me into the room and then threw my body roughly onto the bed. I was shocked by what he did.

"What did you do?" I stared at him with my heart beating fast. "Why are you being like this to me?"

Uncle Matthew came closer, making his signature perfume strong in my nose. "You should act like a mature woman and be more cautious." His harsh tone made me even more shocked, shaking with fear.

"What should I be wary of?" I ventured to ask him, even with a trembling voice.

His blue eyes, slightly covered by his hair, looked at me sharply. "You can't just hook up with a guy. All men are like wolves. They'll use you slyly."

Was he talking about my closeness with Theo? But Theo wasn't that kind of person, and I knew him very well.

My eyes searched to digest his words. "Does... that also include Uncle?"

Uncle Matthew was silent for a moment. His blue eyes still looked deeply at me until he finally nodded slowly while saying, "Yes."

I swallowed my saliva. My eyes trembled. If that's the case, it means Uncle Matthew is also like a wolf who will take advantage of me cunningly.

But would he have the heart to do that to me?

Uncle Matthew began to move away, standing in front of me with a stern face. He seemed to exhale slowly, but it didn't diminish the angry expression on his face in the slightest.

He lowered his head slightly, looking down at me. "You have been punished to stay at home."

"What?" I immediately stood in front of him, protesting. "Uncle can't be like this to me. This is too much. My father never even did anything like this to me!"

Uncle Matthew leaned in until our faces were so close, making me step back. "You don't understand anything that happens in this world, including your mom and dad, Nyla."

I was shocked. My forehead furrowed strongly. "What does Uncle mean? What don't I understand about Mom and Dad? What do you know about them?"

Uncle Matthew was silent. But instead of answering, Uncle Matthew just waltzed out of the room, leaving me behind.

I was left confused. "What did you mean by that? I know Mom and Dad better than him."

He spoke as if he knew my parents very well. What did he know about them?

I sat on the bed thinking about what she said, but my focus was distracted by the tinkling of my cell phone. I checked it. There was an incoming message from Selly.

"Going for a walk?" I just read Selly's message. She wanted to take me out, but how could I go if Uncle forbade me?

Before I could reply to Selly's message, my cell phone rang. She was so impatient that she called me right away. Selly is indeed an impatient person. What she wants, she will go to any lengths to get it.

I quickly picked up her phone call. "Yes, Selly."

"What took you so long to text me back? Come on, let's go for a walk! It's the weekend, we should have fun." Selly's voice sounded so excited it even made me move my phone away from my ear a little.

I exhaled softly. "Sorry, I can't. My uncle forbade me to go anywhere other than home this time." I leaned my back against the bed limply. "And my uncle says that I'm acting like a child."

"What? Your uncle said something like that?" Selly's tone was loud this time, looking surprised and annoyed. "You should have protested to him. It's not you who's acting like a child. It's him who's treating you like a child. You are an adult, Nyla. He has no right to forbid you to go like this."

He grumbled in annoyance. I nodded vigorously. Right, I should have done that earlier. I'm an adult, and I have the right to do whatever I want.

I got up from the bed with renewed vigour. "Yes, that's right, Selly. I should protest to him."

"Yes, you should, Nyla. We're adults. More than 20 years old. And he has no right to interfere in your life." Selly encouraged me.

"Yes, that's true. Well, I'll see you later, Selly." We soon ended the conversation.

My cell phone chimed again. Selly texted back that she had asked me to contact her immediately after I had protested to Uncle Matthew.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself to talk to my uncle. Given his sharp eyes, it's scary. However, I don't want to get this kind of treatment again.

After all, Uncle Matthew is just a guest here. He has no right to rule my life like this. And I never asked my uncle to take care of me. He came himself and decided without my will.

I rushed out of the room, looking for my uncle's whereabouts. However, the house was deserted. Was uncle not at home?

"Uncle!" I called his name, but there was no response.

I kept walking, casting my eyes around the house. However, I didn't find him anywhere.

"Where's uncle? Why isn't he home?" I clucked in annoyance. With tired footsteps, I went back to look for my uncle.

Is Uncle Matthew outside? I had to check. My feet stepped outside, and sure enough, I found Uncle Matthew in the garden. I need to talk now.

However, I stopped in my tracks when I saw Uncle Matthew sounding like he was talking to someone on the phone.

"Yes, do as I say. Don't make any mistakes." The expression on his face was quite serious with his piercing blue eyes. His voice was deep and emphasised. "Do you understand? If not, you will die."

I gasped in shock at Uncle's words. Why would he utter such a terrible threat? Who was he talking to on the phone? What were they talking about?

Quickly, I hid behind the door, listening to what Uncle Matthew would say next.

Uncle Matthew was seen nodding slowly with a stern face. "Of course, she will die. I will kill her with my own hands. That woman...."

My eyes widened. I reflexively covered my mouth. My whole body instantly shook, with my heart beating fast. I was terrified at Uncle Matthew's words. He was going to kill someone. Was he a hitman?

So, I've been living with a bad person all this time? I was sweating profusely. My throat felt dry and tight. Who was the woman he was going to kill? Is it me? Uncle Matthew is going to kill me?