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

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

the fearless Etta once again, entirely untroubled by the threat

didn’t dare hurt her because of her

long as her mother was employed by the Sandersons, she felt untouchable. What were a few slaps? A bit of pain? As long as she lived,

Etta’s arrogance reached its peak, Harlee made her move. With slow, deliberate precision, she began severing Etta’s tendons, ensuring that every moment of

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Etta’s ashen face with detachment, her voice

“Not afraid of death?”

the air, staring at it in shock. Veins stood out on her forehead, sweat streamed down her face, and her twisted expression became increasingly distorted with each

pain

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 her

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

overwhelmed by unbearable pain

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