Chapter 433

The wind was strong today, making the fire burn quickly. My hand was scorched as I reached for the letter, and I almost dropped it back into the fire basin from the pain.

The burned area was reddish. I blew on it gently, then went to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and ran cold water over it for a while.

Once the pain subsided, I dried my hand with a towel and picked up the letter I had placed on the sink.

When I first threw it into the fire basin, I had only glanced at it briefly. Now, looking more closely, I was even more certain it was Max's handwriting.

Max sending letters to himself? What kind of game was he playing?

He always had countless schemes, none of them good. This had to be another trick. Ever since I received Cindy's video, it was like opening Pandora's box. With Max's death, everything should have ended, and his dirty secrets should have been buried with him.

I raised my hand to throw the letter away, but curiosity got the better of me.

I pulled back my hand