After listening to all this, Charlotte Thompson’s pupils abruptly narrowed, and she opened her mouth in indescribable shock.
She had never imagined Justin Battleson had gone through such experiences.
Witnessing his own mother jumping off a building to escape her pain, how did the child, who was barely six at the time, survive through night after night of nightmares?
Justin Battleson moistened his parched lips and lowered his eyes in silence, masking the deep-seated sorrow in his gaze.
The woman who always laughed freely, her voice gentle and soft, still lived forever in his memory.
A long while passed with the two of them sitting on the sofa, silent.
After a long time, Charlotte finally managed to suppress the sadness welling up in her heart, and moved forward to embrace him gently.
She rubbed her warm cheek against his slightly cold neck, her emotions a tangled mess, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your mother has always been watching over you from heaven. You’ve accomplished all that she wished for."
Justin Battleson had single-handedly established the Riley Group, and not a single thing from the White Family was taken away by Ella White and Leon Battleson.
Blinking, Charlotte suddenly felt a warmth in her eyes.
How had he grit his teeth and persevered through the countless difficult steps these years?
Lowering his gaze, Justin reached out to hug her back, then closed his eyes with exhaustion, resting his chin on Charlotte’s shoulder like a homeless cat.
In a basement somewhere in Druarus, Loshad City.
A man in a white coat not far away slowly removed the bandages from the woman’s face. After many seconds of unwinding layer after layer, the bandages were finally off.
The woman’s naked body was covered in scars of varied sizes. Her arms were marked with terrifying wounds made by a sharp stone, each one a testament to the trampling and humiliation she had once suffered.
Underneath the bandage was a fair and pretty face, flawless in appearance.
A man sitting at some distance, eyeing her appreciatively, a smile bowed his lips, and his eyes were filled with ruthless bloodlust. "Jack, your skills have improved considerably. This work of art is infinitely superior to your previous attempts."
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman, who was originally sitting in the chair, suddenly stood up and then heavily kneeled on the ground, her bare body colliding with the hard, rough floor.
Her voice was as coarse as an old woman’s, unpleasant to the ear. "Mr. Battleson, it was you who saved me from that living hell. As long as you help me take revenge, even if you want to take my life, I will willingly hand you the knife."
At her words, the man in the chair laughed suddenly. He casually threw the suit jacket that was hanging on the back of his chair onto the woman’s naked body. His voice concealed a hint of undetectable coldness.
He curved his lips slightly, his eyes filled with a chilling darkness. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the N()velFire.net
"From now on, you are no longer the Evelyn Curtis who struggled to survive in prison ..."
The man paused slightly, squinted his eyes, and a hint of bloodthirst flashed in his eyes.
"I’ve got you a whole new identity. Remember what you just said. From now on, you’re my most loyal dog, and I, I’m your only master."
As his words ended, there was a quiet silence in the basement.
Without hesitation, the woman bowed and knocked her head three times against the floor. Her voice was clear and loud.
"Master, I am willing to be your most loyal dog, to serve you till death."