Chapter 899

Chloe couldn't help but furrow her brow as she trailed behind Connor and the rest, stepping into the grand theater. The place was aglow with lights, and Chloe's gaze was instantly snagged by the stage.

There stood Claire, draped in a striking red costume. Her movements were graceful, her flowing sleeves mimicking drifting clouds, and as she sang, her voice sliced through the air like a knife, laden with haunting sorrow and melancholy. Her body swayed gently, matching the depth of lament in her voice.

Chloe wasn't well-versed in opera and had no clue what Claire's song was about. Yet, she felt every note was like a cry from the depths, echoing with an ancient

sorrow.

mother and child apart, life's gatherings and partings are unpredictable, the fickleness

how much he cared for Claire, the lyrics should have struck him as ironic. But Connor's face remained a mask of

Only four people had come: Kash, Chloe, Pax,

of his

the mask he wore had finally been ripped away, revealing a face that increasingly mirrored her memories. Claire's heart ached, the questions swirling - why hadn't she seen it before? That familiar face had never sparked even a flicker of doubt. A single doubt might have

drew closer, Claire's appearance became clearer. Her costume was in disarray, stained with blood, and one

bleeding profil

dong dead, his face marred with dark bruises, painting a grim and eerie picture. The stage was a mess of thin wires and dark red bloodstains, the

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