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.

would choose differently. I would never fall in 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 last kin I have in this

of sins, no one can claim innocence. Everyone bears

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

lay unconscious for a

seeing her on that disheveled bed. The bloodied woman lay there, still as death, her fingers clenched so tightly that even in her unconscious state, he

had been gouged out, leaving a gaping,

his own panic. Who had done this to her? Who kept pushing her to the brink of

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Let’s get you to the hospital.. don’t fall

body convulsing like he was having spasms. At that moment, the towering figure of a man seemed

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 would face her. He had to

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

sat composed, his heart trembled. He wanted to go to her and see the extent of her

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 corridor outside the operating room, their eyes reflecting unease and panic when

to finally lose his strength, slumping against the

murmured, “Who… who could