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.

taking everything from me, destroying all I had, and in the end, it wants to destroy the last

sins, no one can claim innocence. Everyone bears

an abyss, surrounded by darkness, silence, and void,

a full five days.

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,

if it had been gouged out, leaving a gaping, bloody

this to her? Who kept pushing her to

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moment, the towering figure of a man seemed as helpless as a child. “Please open your eyes, okay? Don’t scare me… Matilda, don’t let

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

she bore, innocent in the loss of her loved ones,

composed, his heart trembled. He wanted to go to her and see the extent of her injuries, but he had lost

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

Matilda was rushed to the hospital, the two men stood in the corridor outside the operating room, their eyes reflecting unease and panic when they faced each

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

murmured, “Who… who could have…”