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.

face with one hand, brandishing the jagged, broken glass bottle in a reverse grip with the other, poised to

his muffled cries stifled by Bowen’s iron

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

spat furiously and snarled, “You goddamn bitch! Now that you’ve spilled the beans and they’ve taken her away, you won’t

Felix! If anything happens to my son, I’ll fucking kill you first!”

got the information, she

With a silent understanding, they stayed behind

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

with resolve as she fought against the ropes, determined to seize any

lit up with a joyous smile. “I just knew you’d come to rescue

have a shred of blame for Aubree, only

blame 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,

was relay as much information as possible. Thank

Aubree’s heart. With trembling hands, she untied the ropes, tore off a strip of the bedsheet, dipped it in the water left on the floor, and gently wiped

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

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