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.

she noticed Harlee calmly resetting

gleamed with defiance, as if to say, “See?

back to the fearless Etta once again, entirely untroubled by the threat

surmised Harlee didn’t dare hurt

by the Sandersons, she felt untouchable. What were a few slaps? A bit of pain? As

arrogance reached its peak, Harlee made her move. With slow, deliberate precision, she began severing

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ashen face with detachment, her

“Not afraid of death?”

her limp, numb pinky in the air, staring at it in shock. Veins stood out

with pain and

fingers just moments before, making it seem as though she had never been hurt. Wasn’t Harlee supposed to refrain from harming her for her mother’s sake? Why cut

all along not to release her, but rather to

spiraled into disarray, overwhelmed

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