Chapter 217

The two brothers rushed home, barely noticing the sinister gaze that followed them from the shadows.

Cloaked in black, the masked figure whispered eerily, “Naughty boys, never listening, heh, naughty boys, never listening.”

Suddenly, a stray cat emerged from the bushes. With a swift motion, the figure caught it. His hands were pale and elegant, nails clean and fingers slender – clearly not the hands of a laborer.

He caressed the stray cat’s head gently, murmuring, “Naughty ones get punished…”

With a chilling snap, he twisted the cat’s neck, killing it instantly before it could even cry out.

After performing such a brutal act, he tenderly stroked the cat, dug a small grave, and carefully buried it, whispering, “Sleep now, sleep

now…”

That night, Jindale City was hit by a torrential downpour, as if foreshadowing some looming disaster.

Elijah had been discharged and was back at Sunshine Community.

Tarquin stood before his study window, sleepless through the stormy night.

did he, hoping to catch a glimpse

woken, and Elysia

breakfast table was laden with an assortment of dishes, some brought over

himself.

table,

today. Please,

to

He chose not to eat.

cooking. If it’s not by

was worried about his son but also angry with Elysia for possibly abandoning

no right to be angry. Elysia’s help had always been voluntary,

up,” he sighed, losing his appetite as well.

his

there’s trouble with

he asked, “What

Thorne’s eldest son were found on her, and she’s accusing Ms.

was a

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