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.

broken glass bottle in a reverse

thrashed wildly, his muffled cries stifled by Bowen’s iron

seeing 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

goddamn bitch! Now that you’ve spilled the beans and they’ve taken her away, you won’t

bastard, Felix! If anything happens to my

no patience for their bickering. The moment she got the information, she snatched the

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

disheveled and battered, her hands and feet tightly bound. At her feet was nothing

eyes blazed with resolve

a joyous smile. “I just knew you’d come

for Aubree, only overwhelming

already prepared herself for the calls to go unanswered. In fact, Birgitte knew perfectly well that even if Aubree had picked up, immediate

could do was relay as much information

Aubree’s heart. With trembling hands, she untied the ropes, tore off a strip of the bedsheet, dipped it

the medical report. It’s fine. Just think of it as a dog bite. None of

her arms around Birgitte. “This is