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.

bottle in a reverse grip with the other, poised to

muffled cries stifled by Bowen’s iron grip

her 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 my son go. Don’t hurt

spilled the beans and they’ve taken her away, you won’t get

my

had no patience for their bickering. The moment she got the information, she snatched the key from Ruth

grim idea of what awaited inside. With a silent understanding, they

eyes flared crimson with rage. In the corner, Birgitte sat disheveled and battered, her hands and feet tightly bound. At her feet was

eyes blazed with resolve as she fought against the ropes, determined

face lit up with a joyous smile. “I just

a shred of blame for Aubree,

Aubree. She’d 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

relay as much information as possible. Thank

sending a sharp, suffocating ache through Aubree’s heart. With trembling hands, she untied the ropes, tore off a strip of the bedsheet, dipped it in the water

Ms. Miller. I need to preserve this evidence for the medical report. It’s fine. Just think of it as a dog bite.

face uncontrollably as she threw her arms around Birgitte. “This is all my fault. You wouldn’t have been targeted by Milena