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.

calmly resetting her four

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

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

dare hurt her

What were a few slaps? A bit of pain?

With slow, deliberate precision,

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down at Etta’s ashen face with detachment, her

“Not afraid of death?”

out on her forehead, sweat streamed down her face,

bloodshot with pain and fear,

couldn’t comprehend how Harlee had not only broken her hand but also severed 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

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

thoughts spiraled into disarray, overwhelmed by unbearable pain and

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