My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 335

“Listen to me, just let me explain!”

Matthew trembled under the scom of the crowd, even his swollen lips twitching uncontrollably. “It’s not what you think.”

“Matthew, I’m gonna kill you!*

Samuel charged through the crowd, grabbed Matthew by the collar, and swung his fist heavily.

His veins bulged with each punch, his furious demeanor resembling a madman. Matthew’s face became a bloody mess, his teeth flying out with splatters of blood. The sight nearly made Miranda collapse in fear.

“Stop, please stop!”

“He can’t take anymore, he’ll die”

“Mr. Samuel Nightshade, please, show some mercy. Lot’s talk this out”

Gabriel and Penelope cried and begged as they rushed to intervene, while the other relatives and shareholders of the Martinez family. retreated in fear, trying to distance themselves. Matthew’s betrayal of Ms. Nightshade with his stepsister had completely enraged the Nightshade family!

never forgive him; they just hoped they wouldn’t be caught

street thugs just for bothering her. Now, having seen

focused on Matthew, she tried to run toward the exit

reached the door two men in black suits and sunglasses blocked her

Moore, where am you going?”

“Who are you?

me? Let go

her back towards the stage. Her terrified screams drew everyone’s attention. “Miranda, the Nightshade family has raised and protected you. The elders treated you as one of their own, and Xan cherished you like a sister. How could you do something so despicable and inhumane? Do you have

always be a lowlife, even if it was adopted by the phoenixes, it can’t change its naturel”

we went to the orphanage to find a companion, we didn’t even notice you at first. Do you remember how you knelt in front of Xan, battered and

you couldn’t survive anymore. If she hadn’t softened and adopted you, could you have the status and success you have today? Not only are you ungrateful, but you also repay kindness with treachery. How

Just

onto the stage by the bodyguards like a piece of trash, her hair disheveled and clothes askew. She looked around at the crowd, who seemed ready to drown her in their rage,

it wasn’t me.”

“I didn’t”

to deny it, to argue back, but the high–definition cameras had captured her face and birthmarks clearly. Even if others didn’t recognize it,

Matthew. His bloodshot eyes resembled those of a predatory