Chapter 847:

She nodded quietly, offering no further details. Oaklee seemed to deflate, her energy draining away. She had braced herself for others to be harmed, but never Rhys. Tonya supported Oaklee, looking into her eyes with a silent plea.

“Please, make sure Harlee doesn’t notice your sadness.”

Oaklee glanced toward Harlee.

Beneath Harlee’s subtly lifted eyelashes, her eyes were red, carrying a silent anguish.

Harlee’s cheeks, still tinged pink, showed signs of a recent slap. Oaklee was stunned.

Had Harlee been struck? What exactly had happened? What happened to Rhys? And why had Harlee been slapped?

Though desperate for answers, Oaklee remained silent, unable to bear the thought of Harlee’s breakdown.

but when she noticed Harlee calmly resetting her four broken

gleamed with defiance, as if to say, “See? You can’t do anything to

that moment, she turned back to the fearless Etta once again, entirely untroubled by the threat

dare hurt

Sandersons, she felt untouchable. What were a few slaps? A bit of pain? As long as she lived, she could

its peak, Harlee made her move. With slow, deliberate precision, she began severing Etta’s tendons,

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Etta’s ashen face

“Not afraid of death?”

staring at it in shock. Veins stood out on her forehead, sweat streamed down her face, and her twisted expression

with pain and fear, desperately

also severed her tendons, all after reattaching her fingers just moments before, making it seem as though she had

along not to release her, but rather to torment her and relish in

thoughts spiraled into disarray, overwhelmed by unbearable

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