Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks by Caspian Wood

Chapter 566

Chapter 566

The midsummer night in Betrico carried on the faint hustle and bustle of the day.

Scattered couples lingered on the streets, reluctant to part. Bars, clubs, and various entertainment venues showed no signs of winding down.

A woman, covered in blood from head to toe, wandered aimlessly through the night streets.

From a distance, though she was riddled with wounds, a faint, arrogant smile hung on her lips, far prouder than anyone else’s,

The bloodstains on her body did nothing to make her look pitiful. Instead, they only made her seem more composed- more fearless.

Pedestrians, in small groups, shrank back in terror when they saw her, keeping their distance as if afraid they might cross paths with a deranged lunatic in the dead of night.

Her sharp high heels clicked against the pavement in a practiced, effortless rhythm. Silent tears slid down her cheeks, one after another. She walked quickly, her destination unknown to anyone.

Finally, at the far end of the street, she came to a stop. The place at the end of the street was none other than Ebb & Flow

And the woman standing at the entrance–was Lydia, who had walked all the way from the Walton family’s forest villa.

Now, she stood tall at Ebb & Flow’s doorway, covered in whip marks and blood, staring straight inside.

Perhaps it was her shocking appearance or the sheer eeriness of it all, but the staff at the entrance of Ebb & Flow recoiled in fear, immediately retreating inside to report what they had seen.

As it happened, Truman was there that night. Upon hearing the employees‘ report, he rushed out anxiously, worried that something was going wrong again.

outside and saw Lydia, he was just as startled

“Good God, are you Lydia Walton? You look terrifying. What

happened to you? Why are you covered in so many wounds? Hey, don’t come any

his shout, Lydia halted. She stood

couldn’t help but

He thought she was ruthless and impossible to

who would turn a blind eye

ask you one question, just one. Answer me,

and finally relented. “Fine, make it quick. It’s late- I was about to

agreement, Lydia’s smile deepened, as if the

later, she slowly spoke. “If I weren’t a daughter of

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with love, hadn’t made the mistakes,

you still see me as a despicable, wicked women? Would you we**** $ to

a wide speech had

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world isn’t that simple, and I’m now that’s a

or because the pen

to startle the pede on the sweet attack standing by the

up, she found herself lying in a hospital bed.

turned and waited away, ther four, all the recalled was the faint beeping of medical equipment.

else was a blank.