Claire Lowell was out of control, screaming crazily, shouting as if she was about to break down.
Raina North remained indifferent. Her voice wasn’t sharp or loud, but it steadily reached Claire’s ears: "What are you screaming for? What are you shouting about? Surely it’s not because of their deaths, right? If that’s the case, then I can’t agree with you. These people died at your hands, so what right do you have to be afraid?"
As Raina’s words fell, the image on the computer screen stopped, freezing on the only deceased person whose eyes were still open.
That gaze, full of unwilling resentment, seemed to pierce through the computer screen and cross time and space to confront her.
Claire shuddered, letting out another uncontrolled scream. She struggled desperately, "Let me go! Let me go!"
But she couldn’t move Raina at all and could only be humiliated as she was pressed harshly by her.
"Nameless..." Claire finally couldn’t bear it any longer and pleaded to Elias Hawthorne for help.
Her eyes were brimming with tears, looking incredibly pitiful, making anyone soften upon seeing her.
However, this did not include Elias Hawthorne.
He looked coldly at Claire, as if viewing the most despicable, disgusting thing in the world, his indifferent expression full of disgust.
Claire felt as though she had been struck by lightning, immense pain flooding her heart.
She couldn’t believe, nor accept, that the man she loved deeply would look at her with such disgust.
Claire wanted to say something, but faced with the man’s coldness, not a single word could come out, as if all the strength in her body had been drained in an instant.
Just as despair overwhelmed Claire, the conference room door was forcefully pushed open.
An elderly figure appeared at the doorway.
He had a head full of greying hair, his face lined with deep furrows, silently displaying his age. He was in a wheelchair, and even in the warmly spring-like building, his legs were covered with a thick blanket, all signaling his old age.
However, different were his eyes, which shone brightly, like a peerless sword making one’s heart tremble with fear. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽
Raina also noticed the old man.
She knew who he was too.
He was the First Elder of The Dark Tower, and the sworn brother of the old tower master, Ragnar Raines. It was said that in his youth, he fought for The Dark Tower and was ambushed by rivals. The people he led perished, and though he survived, he sustained severe injuries and lost the ability to walk.
After that, he retreated behind the scenes, becoming the First Elder of The Dark Tower, as well as the old tower master’s strategist. Early on, he had married, but his wife passed away early, leaving no children behind.
Ragnar Raines was deeply devoted to his wife, refusing to marry again, and he, who had no children throughout his life, treated the old tower master’s only daughter as his own, guarding her like his most precious treasure.
Claire initially froze upon seeing the elderly man, then excitedly shouted, "Uncle!"
Seizing the moment when Raina was distracted, she forcefully broke free from Raina’s grip and rushed toward the elder.
"Uncle, you finally came." Claire hugged the elderly man, tears pouring down, sobbing, "I was really scared earlier, sob sob..."
"Alright, alright, don’t cry." Ragnar Raines comforted Claire with great patience, his voice gentle, "Look, nothing happened, right?"
Claire protested at his words, "It’s not nothing at all! This is a big deal! Just now, this little bitch not only broke my head but also humiliated me in front of everyone. Uncle, you have to stand up for me."
As she spoke, she shook the elder’s arm vigorously.