All too late for his love

Chapter 229

Willow was keenly aware of Matthew’s intentions. She instinctively tucked her hand behind her back.

The piece of cloth and the button, stained with Aaron’s and Nicola’s blood, held the memories of their final moments. Willow couldn’t bear the idea of letting go of these last fragments.

“Willow, hand them over!” Matthew’s voice, typically smooth, now carried a chilling edge.

“These belong to Aaron and Nicola. Why should I give them to you?” Willow’s response was sharp and unwavering.

Willow clenched her fist and retreated, but Matthew was faster. He closed the distance in a few swift strides and roughly grabbed her wrist.

“Matthew, let go of me!” Willow demanded.

Matthew’s grip was unyielding, causing Willow’s eyes to redden with tears. She suppressed a sob and yelled, “Matthew, you’ve already destroyed Nicola’s grave! What more do you want?”

“You claim you’re seeking revenge for Wilhelmina and her unborn child, but I never laid a hand on them!

you who keeps tormenting me–so who am I supposed to seek justice against?”

cracked with emotion.

this moment, Willow’s refusal to admit any wrongdoing

expression.

cold determination. As the button and the blood–stained piece of cloth fell to the ground, Willow felt her heart shatter into

out to pick them up. But before her fingers could even touch them, Matthew’s foot came

Nicola’s boot, sturdy and substantial, was no match for

Matthew destroyed it.

Give me back my things! They’re mine–what gives

breaking point,/Willow lunged at Matthew, exerting all her strength to push him. But he stood firm as a rock, unmoved

relented and moved his foot. Without hesitation, Willow

Matthew’s men were quicker. They swiftly snatched

instant, the flames engulfed the cloth and wood, consuming them until they

flames. But Matthew’s vice–like grip on

collapsed to the ground, utterly

Wilhelmina and