A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 152

A faint knock at the door broke the silence of the secluded mountain retreat.

“Who’s there?”

The locale was nestled deep in the woodlands, surrounded by a community of farmers tending their fields. Who could possibly come knocking?

“Hello there, I’m from just around the bend. Made a bit too much stew and thought I might bring some over for you.” The earnest voice of a local yokel followed, and the man with the sandy hair sneered, muttering. “These country bumpkins sure are simpletons.”

Matilda sensed her chance and let out a few weak cries for help, only to be silenced by a harsh punch to the stomach from the man.

As the door opened, hope flashed before her eyes, but she could no longer make a sound to call for help.

Please… someone notice me here…

Her consciousness began to slip away, and in a hazy mist, she thought she saw the blond man fall to the floor and a shadow rushing towards her.

With her consciousness fading, right before she blacked out, she thought she saw a pair of

eyes…

The next moment, she closed her eyes emptily, lifeless, her entire being void of vitality.

love. This world has twisted me into a monster, taking everything from me, destroying all I had, and in the end, it wants to destroy the

this web of sins, no one can claim innocence.

felt herself plummeting into an abyss, surrounded by darkness, silence, and void, her body continuously falling until all

a full five days.

with strain, unable to shake the shock of first seeing her on that disheveled bed. The bloodied woman lay there, still as death, her fingers clenched so tightly

a gaping, bloody hole in

Who had done this to her? Who kept pushing her to

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Chapter 152

you to the hospital.. don’t fall

At that moment, the towering figure of a man seemed as helpless as

his expression cold and detached, yet his face was deathly pale. He never imagined Matilda could be so ravaged, lifeless, as if she were gone forever. He knew her to be cunning, playing her games among men, but he never considered that one day, seeing such a vibrant woman devoid of life, how he

of the hatred she bore, innocent in the loss of her loved ones, and innocent…

wanted to go to her and see the extent of her injuries, but he had lost

Afraid that she might no longer exist in this world. He loathed her, but why, upon seeing her like this, did his heart feel as if it were being pierced with

the two men stood in the corridor outside the operating

to finally lose his strength, slumping against the wall and collapsing into

“Who… who