When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Chapter 2500

You dont have to look.

Matthew sighed deeply, his voice low.

This is Declans message to us, a grim warning.

Youve never witnessed death so closely.

Dont let him manipulate your emotions.

He wants to demonstrate that with a mere word, he can control fate.

A wave of fear surged through Stella, more intense than anything she had ever felt.

She was alarmingly close to the grim reality of death.

Matthew held her close, guiding her cautiously away from the unfolding chaos.

Just then, Fernando arrived, shielding Bella as they approached.

Bellas face was ghostly pale, and she seemed visibly shaken by the ordeal.

Meanwhile, Howard took charge, addressing the anxious crowd with a forced calm.

Everyone, please, remain calm.

This was a tragic accident, he said, managing a weak smile.

Lindsay had only recently recovered from a leg injury.

It seems she slipped while climbing the stairs.

this castle. Who knows who might be the next to need a wheelchair? We will handle this situation with

explanation seemed far-fetched, his presence in a wheelchair added an odd Layer of plausibility

rattled, shared their condolences for Lindsay and reminded one

opened her eyes, and the horrific sight that met her

was splayed grotesquely on the floor, surrounded

been fond of Lindsay, she would never have wished

a wave of nausea rolled through her, threatening

her vision turned crimson as if

nonchalance, his steps unhurried, his expression untouched by

detached indifference one might show a broken

was all too clear; this was his way of sending

and everyone

could snuff out a life,

ignited in Stella, hot

in Declans direction, her voice

her accusation slicing through the heavy

eyes snapped to Sanford, narrowing with

you, were you in on this too? Sanford opened his mouth,

Stellas fiery gaze, his

knew what Stella was

Declans family made him guilty by

ever, shrugged off

and venomous, coiled around the

Lindsay fell.

accident, plain

desperate to point fingers, Stella, maybe

dead because

a sly, insidious edge, skillfully crafted to distort the truth

Before.

his hands firm on her shoulders as