You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1660: Seeking Revenge for Mommy

On the other side, at Rohomes.

Athena half-lay on the bed, deep into the night. The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, and the dark night spread out in all directions. She gazed at the twinkling stars outside, the crescent moon hanging in the sky. Regardless of the beauty of the scenery, her eyes still held a sinister darkness.

Cloud stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, making a phone call.

He deliberately lowered his voice, and as the conversation progressed, his expression grew increasingly solemn.

Occasionally, he glanced behind him at the woman lying on the bed, her face pale.

Last time, a bullet from Magnan had pierced her left scapula, and the wound had not healed yet. Although it had stopped bleeding, the pain remained. It would take a hundred days for such injuries to recover, and it might not fully heal for a while.

Athena held her left shoulder, as she often experienced pain at night, preventing her from falling asleep.

And all of this was thanks to Joyce.

She clenched the bedsheet tighter and tighter, her hatred almost grinding her teeth to pieces.

Damn Joyce, she made her endure this extreme pain.

She vowed to make Joyce pay for it. To make her suffer a thousandfold, ten thousandfold. She wanted to crush Joyce to dust. Otherwise, the deep resentment in her heart would never be resolved. Cloud finished the call and walked over, seeing Athena sweating from the pain.

His brows furrowed deeply. The injury this time was indeed severe, something even a man would find unbearable, let alone Athena, who had been pampered since childhood. However, he also knew that Joyce had hesitated at the time. She didn't know their identities or the power they belonged to, and she was wary of them being foreigners. That was why she didn't aim for Athena's head.

Otherwise, a headshot would have been within Joyce's capabilities. Athena was now practically a corpse.

"Suzuki, give me an injection,” Athena squeezed her arm, her nails deeply embedded in her flesh.

You'll get through it,” Cloud sat down next to Athena. "Athena, think about it. You've been in a coma for so many years. What did you wake up for? The things you need to do

nonsense! If I tell you to give me an injection, then give it to me,"

was the most difficult to endure

gave one to Athena. At the same time, he handed her a glass of water.

this. It's useless," Athena raised her hand

instantly knocked over and water spilled all over

furrowed his brow. He kneeled down, picked up the medication from the floor, and tore off some

already on the verge of addiction. Endure it for now. It's

flared, and she swept everything off the bedside table, making a mess

it wasn't that she couldn't

was just too infuriated and couldn't swallow her pride, which made the sensory pain feel

noise disturbed Iris,

bed and gently pushed open the door. She saw the mess on the floor and shrank

seen Athena in such a terrifying state. In

forward, but she was also

caught sight of Iris standing by the door. Immediately, her expression changed, and she took a deep breath, forcing herself to smile.

we wake you

Athena's expression was gentle, and only then did she dare to climb onto the bed and sit next to Athena. "Mommy, are you in pain?" the

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handed her another painkiller, and this time Athena didn't refuse or throw a tantrum. She swallowed the

mommy?" Iris's face flushed

if Iris finds out who hurt me, will you seek revenge for me?" Athena's eyes flashed with a hint of sinister intent. She reached out

course! I will make her taste the

From the moment she opened her eyes, she was the first person Iris saw, and afterwards, it was always her. She arranged various teachers to train

age. She was shrewd and good at reading people's expressions and words. It seemed she inherited this from Luther. Moreover, Iris had a proud and stubborn personality. Once she made up her mind, it was difficult to change it. This trait was very similar to Luther. In short, Iris was a