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!

keeps tormenting me–so who am I

cracked with emotion.

this moment, Willow’s refusal to admit any wrongdoing

expression.

the items from her grasp with a cold determination. As the button and the blood–stained

she reached out to pick them up. But before her fingers could even touch them, Matthew’s foot came down hard, crushing

sturdy and substantial, was

Matthew destroyed it.

back my things! They’re mine–what gives you the right to stomp on them?” Willow’s voice cracked

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

Without hesitation, Willow reached for the items

They swiftly snatched up the items and tossed them into

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

dancing flames. But Matthew’s vice–like grip on her shoulders held her back, rendering

fire dwindled, Willow collapsed to the ground, utterly

and