The Queen They Buried

Chapter 348

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“W–what are you trying to do?” Edwin stammered, still struggling to get up after Bowen’s kick. Panic seized him as he watched Aubree stride menacingly toward him with a jagged, broken beer bottle in her hand.

Aubree said, “I’m not doing anything. You like to run that filthy mouth, don’t you? Let’s see how much it can really handle.

“Your parents talk tough, too. Let’s see which is tougher, their mouths, or this broken bottle in my hand.”

Edwin’s pupils dilated in terror as he scrambled to his feet, desperate to escape. But Bowen was faster. His hand clamped down on Edwin’s shoulder, a chilling smile playing on his lips. “Going somewhere?”

Josiah also silently latched onto Edwin’s legs. He wasn’t much of a fighter, but he sure knew how to make himself useful.

‘Monsters! They’re all monsters!‘ Edwin thought in terror.

“Dad, Mom! Help me! Hurry, save me!” Edwin howled shrilly.

The commotion was deafening, yet no one dared to come out and gawk. The moment those cars pulled up outside, everyone nearby could tell these people were not to be trifled with.

brandishing the jagged, broken glass bottle in a reverse grip with the other, poised to ram it

stifled by Bowen’s iron grip that rendered him utterly

precious son in peril, blurted out hastily, “I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Th–that bitch–I mean, Birgitte is in the room. The key’s here. I’ll give it to you. Just let

goddamn bitch! Now that you’ve spilled the beans

goddamn pock–faced bastard, Felix! If anything happens to my son, I’ll fucking kill you first!” Ruth shouted

she got the information, she snatched the key from Ruth and

idea of what awaited inside. With a silent understanding, they stayed behind in

eyes flared crimson with rage. In the corner, Birgitte sat disheveled and battered,

in this dire situation, Birgitte refused to yield. Her eyes blazed with resolve as she fought against the ropes, determined to seize any chance

joyous smile. “I just knew

Aubree, only overwhelming relief and joy at being

already prepared herself for the calls to go unanswered. In fact, Birgitte knew perfectly well that even if Aubree had picked up, immediate rescue would have been impossible, and what was meant to happen would

was relay as much information

the ropes, tore off a strip of the bedsheet, dipped it in the water left

the medical report. It’s fine. Just think of it as a

uncontrollably as she threw her arms around Birgitte. “This is