My Reborn Story Is Insane (Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew)

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Emyr stayed silent, his gaze fixed on her.

Charmaine was unbothered by the silence. He glanced at his leg and said, “I am confident that I can heal our leg.”

“Ms. Nelson, mind your words!”

Tad, who was nearby, issued a stern warning.

These days, discussing Emyr’s leg had become taboo.

As expected, the man’s eyes darkened further, and his grip on her hand tightened.

“The once unrefined and undisciplined Ms. Read thinks she can do as she pleases when she returns to the Nelsons?”

Charmaine pressed on a pressure point on his wrist, controlling the strength of his hold.

“Since you’ve delved into my past, you should be aware that I spent two years in South Aspus. There, I met an old holistic medicine healer who taught me healing techniques. Your fainting in that room would not have happened without him.”

Emyr’s expression darkened even more at the reminder of that incident.

“Don’t think I wouldn’t kill you.”

“I believe you would, but I’m also trying to give myself a chance—and to make amends with you.”

“Your leg was injured two years ago. Although you can’t walk, you still have feeling in

had just

steal one’s soul. But

but do you think I’d listen to

speaking, he grabbed Charmaine’s hand with his other hand, pulling her arms

expensive, custom-made wheelchair beneath him pinned her legs down,

innocent. Otherwise,

forced to listen to his shallow breathing as his grip on her throat tightened, bit by

difficulty. “You—you were drugged and injured. I—I can

Emyr was astounded.

he could react, a figure burst into the room, grabbing

let go! Let her go right now! Do you want to choke my

his hold under Kane

the ground, coughing as she clutched her

Tad handed him to clean the hands that had touched her. Charmaine defiantly counterattacked, “What’s the use of wiping your

Emyr’s face grew darker.

“No wonder she’s the

death, Charmaine shot back with a grin,

this is none of your business. Get

his cheeks, exaggerating his expression as he pretended to cry dramatically. “How is this not my business? Before our family passed away, they made me promise to look after you—to find you a good wife who could spend the rest of your life with you.” Twenty-three

and glared at his brother. He pretended to cry with an overly

the consequences, Charmaine turned to