Chapter 367 I Want Meryl

Meryl looked at him, puzzled. "Hmm? Who can't see?"

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Chandler's eyes deepened, his gaze briefly flicking to the window ledge. "No one."

Up at the window, Dalton watched as Chandler and Meryl disappeared from view. Fury coursed through him, and he slammed his fist into the glass in front of him. The window shattered instantly. Shards of glass scattered across the floor, embedding into his hand.

But Dalton didn't seem to feel the pain at all.

He knew Chandler had done it on purpose.

He had deliberately provoked him.

Seeing Chandler carry Meryl away like that, Dalton could already imagine what they were about to do next.

It was too much. Dalton felt as if he were about to break apart.

He crouched on the ground, his hands gripping his head, and let out a muffled, anguished scream.

What Chandler had done hurt more than any physical wound could. It was mental torment, and Dalton couldn't take it.

His eyes were bloodshot, his hand dripping with blood.

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he was going

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pierced the stillness of the night. Worried about her feverish son, Charlotte had come to check on Dalton after settling Lydia down. She hadn't expected

rushed

happened? What's

clear to her that

down Dalton's face. "I want

a moment, then quickly shut the door behind her, terrified that someone else from the Aniston

uncle. Dalton,

body hollowed out, like a man who had lost his

still had a fever and his hand was injured, Charlotte moved to help him to bed. But Dalton shoved her away, opened the door, and stormed

middle of the

are?"

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really that obsessed

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like this, Charlotte became even more certain that

humiliating to act like this over a woman? Men

Besides, it was your choice to

frowned. "You must be

and

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