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!

tormenting me–so who am I supposed to seek justice

cracked with emotion.

at this moment, Willow’s refusal to admit

expression.

he forcefully pried open her fingers and retrieved the items from her grasp with a cold determination. As the button and the blood–stained piece of cloth fell to the

fingers could even touch

Nicola’s boot, sturdy and substantial, was no

Matthew destroyed it.

back my things! They’re mine–what gives you the right to

her strength to

he relented and moved his foot. Without hesitation, Willow reached for

her dismay, Matthew’s men were quicker. They swiftly snatched up the items and tossed them

wood, consuming them

flames. But Matthew’s vice–like grip on

the fire dwindled, Willow collapsed to

time, Wilhelmina and