Chapter 1422:

“No.”

Harlee’s voice was firm, a quiet fury simmering beneath the surface.

“I want to kill him myself. Tomorrow, he’ll die in front of the grave.”

Letting him breathe until tomorrow—that would be her mercy to him. The thought of ridding the world of this poison made her heart pound in her chest.

At her words, Rhys stiffened, his breath catching. He stared at her, worry etched deep in his features. Could she really bring herself to kill someone she had once respected so deeply? The weight of that act could break her all over again.

Rhys chewed on his lip, anxiety swirling in his mind. But before he could say anything, Lucius’ voice broke through again.

“You’re asking me why I hid Harlee’s true identity?”

as his breath quickened,

good! If I hadn’t been abroad during their recognition banquet, they

the chest. Lucius had actually known she wasn’t a member of the Gill family all along! Why? How could he have been so cruel? He knew how deeply she yearned for family warmth, so why had he feigned ignorance about it? Harlee had always believed that Lucius had distanced himself out of some misguided hatred, convinced he had hurt her unintentionally. But now, the truth struck her like a slap in the face: his coldness, his distance, everything—it had all been part of his plan from the very beginning! How ironic… She had once thought she would carry the burden of taking his life for the rest of her

the end, she had been nothing more than a puppet in his hands. She

a good kid,” Lucius said with admiration, his gaze

say how long it would’ve taken me

chuckle, his

as she tried to contain the turmoil inside. Nola had known Harlee

surge through her veins, the realization striking her like a punch to

she hissed, her

imagined that Lucius and Nola had known all along that she was the lost Sanderson child—for

his eyes soft with

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