NovelEnglishChapter 1229 Chapter 1229: "If you don't answer, I guess I'll have to continue." And Rhys did. Another stab came, cold and merciless.
"Ahhh..." With each stab, Matteo's body writhed in agony, his mind screaming, "How can I answer when my jaw is dislocated? Besides, it was she who stabbed me! I didn't shoot her!" Matteo longed to defend himself, but Rhys had ensured his silence. Each deliberate thrust was a harsh reminder of his vulnerability, forcing him to suffer Rhys' fury without a voice.
Until the very end, Matteo was denied even the right to speak.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRhys' gaze lowered as he observed Matteo staring back in despair, resembling a child stranded in the harsh winter snow, unjustly accused. Matteo seemed desperate to speak, but the freezing fear had locked his words inside him.
"Be assured, after your death, everyone linked to you will be dismantled, piece by piece!" Rhys' voice was cold as he lifted the dagger to strike Matteo's side once more.
"Ah..." Matteo's voice, once loud, was now reduced to a mere whisper. His eyes, blazing with resentment, seemed to convey that anyone who dared to threaten his offspring would face his wrath even beyond the grave. Rhys sneered, "I'll make sure your children endure immense suffering, cursing the day they were born as yours!" With that statement, Rhys thrust the dagger near Matteo's heart, cruelly extracting it.
Check out the newest chapters galOnly when his heart was physically severed did Matteo finally shut his eyes. Even in his final moments, the palpable feeling of his heart being torn away lingered.
Matteo was now dead. His corpse was marred with numerous stab wounds, his eyes frozen wide open. He died without peace.
Rhys didn't even bother to give Matteo a cold glance. Under different circumstances, he would have ensured that Matteo died in far greater agony.
Rhys rose, wiping the blood from his face with his soiled sleeve, and made his way steadily toward Harlee. "Lee." From a distance, Rhys gazed at Harlee, his eyes reddened and misted with tears, his expression laden with deep grief.
Harlee managed a weak smile, her fingers wrapped around the handle of the dagger embedded in the ground. That last exertion had sapped all her remaining energy. She felt utterly exhausted. It was as if her spirit had detached from her body, leaving her immune to pain. Yet, seeing Rhys, who loved her so deeply, filled her with a serene contentment.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDarkness began to envelop Harlee, and she thought she spotted the figures of Christopher and Hamilton.
"Lee!" Rhys' voice, filled with desperation and fear, echoed ahead. He sprinted forward and caught Harlee just as she was about to collapse, cradling her securely in his arms.
Lee? A faint smile tugged at Harlee's lips. It had been ages since she'd heard that nickname. It sounded so sweet... She longed to hear it just once more... She then decided against joining Christopher and Hamilton in death.
Harlee struggled to keep her eyes open, gazing up at the man holding her. With great effort, she reached up to brush away his tears. She felt a surge of happy his team of happiness knowing that Rhys had finally reclaimed his lost memories and that he appeared unharmed. She was overwhelmed with relief. Tears clouded Harlee's vision once more, but this time, they were tears of happiness.
Seeing this, Rhys tenderly wiped away her tears, leaned in close, and whispered softly in her ear, "I'm back.
I'm back to love you the way I should."
Harlee's face lit up with a joyful smile, her lips moving, though no words cout. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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