Chapter 819

Clad in a black trench coat, his hat casting shadows over his sinister grin, he looked like a villain straight out of a horror movie.

He approached her, and with several swift thrusts of his knife, she collapsed to the ground.

As she lay there, her eyes wide with terror, she watched him, bloodied knife in hand, advancing towards her child. One step, then another... getting closer and closer.

The fear was overwhelming; the thought of her child coming to harm was unbearable.

She tried to stand, to rush at him, but her legs wouldn't hold her.

She attempted to drag her bloodied form forward, fingernails scraping against the ground, but she couldn't move.

All she could do was watch helplessly as the perpetrator neared her child, feeling a despair so intense it choked her...

Now awake, the memory of the dream still shook her to the core, her body trembling uncontrollably.

her tightly, trying to

a while now, but I wasn't sure if the information was reliable, so I

scared easily, and I didn't want

there,

I showed you the other day? Our daughter is with him. You've seen his paintings. He loves her and wouldn't harm her. And the messages

he had known

calmed down. He was right; the man

reassurance that their daughter was likely not in

his artworks, so you must know

slightly. It

last night, Tarquin might not

man, but he was certain that their daughter

telling Elysia would drive

as Elliot had kept certain information from

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