Revenge After Death

Chapter 352

Chapter 352

However, the fire wasn't my fault. I sighed and asked quietly, "Steve, why don't you let Ewan take her away? After all, she is Simmy's sister." "She refused," Steven replied, taking my hand and leading me away. As we walked, he explained that Carol had disagreed.

"This is Simmy and her home. She's guarding it and refuses to leave. No one can take her away. She'll go crazy," he explained in a low voice. "But we can't allow her to engage in this type of business." I couldn't help but feel a tinge of cruelty.

"Each person has their own choice and way of surviving, and she has her own." Steven couldn't wait to take me away, to keep me out of there.

"Ah! Help!" Suddenly, chaotic sounds emanated from the room next to Carol, followed by a woman's cry for help.

I was momentarily stunned and turned to Steven. "Is there any danger? Shall we take a look?"

Steven kicked the door. "What happened?"

The woman inside the room appeared to be desperately attempting to open the door and escape. However, the man kept cursing, "Bitch! Where are you going? Give me the money!"

about to leave with me when Carol suddenly dashed out and forcefully

watching Carol cry and bang on the door, so I eventually kicked it hard. The iron door wobbled so hard that the lock got crooked from a

finally budged. The man inside was naked. Steven immediately covered

her body covered in wounds. Tears streaming down her face as she sought refuge behind Carol. "Carol, please save me." Carol comforted her in a panic, saying, "It's

summoned all her courage to confront the man. "Callum Cooper, you bastard! How dare you hit your wife? You are nothing but a heartless

an instant, my body tensed up. I promptly moved Steven's hand off me and directed my gaze toward the man. Callum Cooper? He was also one of the students at

the welfare home was right after

for Zion's protection and surveillance. What a coincidence that he

students at the orphanage?" I asked

rage and murderous intent. His hands were clenched, and

when I beat my wife. You're responsible for the broken door, so you have to pay for it!" The man briskly adjusted his trousers, dressed in a delivery uniform

sprawling to

I did not

him and letting out his anger. After all, this scoundrel seemed to

hurt?" Steven asked