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.

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

his muffled cries stifled by Bowen’s iron grip that

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.

goddamn bitch! Now that you’ve spilled the beans and they’ve taken her

to my son, I’ll fucking kill you first!”

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

had a grim idea of what awaited inside. With a silent understanding, they stayed behind in the living room, keeping watch over

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

a joyous smile. “I just knew you’d

for Aubree, only overwhelming relief

she wouldn’t blame Aubree. She’d already prepared herself for the calls to go unanswered. In fact, Birgitte knew perfectly well

could do was relay as much information as possible. Thank goodness

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

wrist. “No need, Ms. Miller. I need to preserve this evidence for the medical report.

so sorry.” Tears streamed down Aubree’s face uncontrollably as she threw her arms around Birgitte. “This is all my fault. You wouldn’t have been targeted by Milena if not for