Inside, he found Amara, unconscious, leaning against a bedpost with blood dripping down her forehead.

Taken aback by the scene, Wilbert stood frozen, his body trembling.

“Wilbert Clifford!” Alex glared at him, his face darkening.

“I can’t help you now.

Just then, the sound of a door being kicked in echoed through the space.

Alex and Wilbert turned around to see Matthew storming in, with Stella by his side.

His gaze was icy, and his whole demeanor exuded an aura of intense anger.

caught

“This… I…”

to explain before Matthew knocked him to the floor with a

marble floor, foreboding like a bell tolling doom for

Wilbert with a cold, disdainful gaze,

up blood,

barraged with a

swollen face and a bloody nose, Wilbert’s pleas for mercy were ignored,

was in extreme pain, his head pounded, and his

count the number of punches he took

he felt a heavy, grinding

opened wide in terror, wanting to scream for help,

looked down with a cold,

and walked

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