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.

Harlee warily, but when she noticed Harlee calmly resetting her four broken fingers, a confident smirk crept

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

moment, she turned back to the fearless Etta once again, entirely untroubled by the threat of Harlee’s

surmised Harlee didn’t dare hurt her because

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

as Etta’s arrogance reached its peak, Harlee made her move. With slow, deliberate precision, she began

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stood upright, gazing down at Etta’s ashen face with detachment, her voice dripping

“Not afraid of death?”

shock. Veins stood out on her forehead, sweat streamed down her face, and her twisted expression became increasingly

pain and fear, desperately

her tendons, all after reattaching her 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

Harlee planned all along not to release her, but rather to torment

disarray, overwhelmed by unbearable

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