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    Those individuals would have faced far worse fates if there had been time.


    Silently, Cillian and Patrick stepped back, retreating to guard the church’s entrance against any further disturbances.


    Meanwhile, Benjamin, who had been shot repeatedly,y sprawled on the floor, his life hanging by a thread. Initially, he had attempted to flee, but each step was met with another bullet to his limbs—he was nothing more than a moving target to them.


    Benjaminy there, his eyes filled with resentment, his body trembling uncontrobly as he faced the agonizing choice between enduring pain or embracing death.


    The bride, Emilia, whose heart was fragile, copsed at the sound of the first gunshot. Had it not been for Benjamin using her as a shield, she might have remained unconscious.


    “I… I was wrong… I’m sorry…”


    Emilia knelt on the floor, her voice trembling as she crawled toward Thiago.


    “Thiago, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have betrayed you. But you must understand, I waspelled. All these years, I’ve never forgotten you—let alone Riley! Riley… That’s right!”


    Suddenly, Emilia grasped Thiago’s leg, her eyes desperate as she looked up at him.


    “Thiago, I’m Riley’s mother. For Riley’s sake, can’t you forgive me just this once? You wouldn’t want Riley to grow up motherless, would you?”


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    “You don’t deserve to speak of Riley!” Thiago’s retort was sharp, and he raised his gun to her head. But Robbie intervened at thest moment, pulling on Thiago’s arm and causing the shot to stray, striking Emilia in the shoulder instead.


    Before Thiago could react, Robbie spoke firmly, “No matter what, she’s still Riley’s mother. Don’t stain your hands with her blood.”


    With that, Robbie fired, ending Emilia’s life.


    “Thanks, bro,” Thiago said, pping Robbie on the shoulder in gratitude. He understood Robbie’s point. Even though Emilia hadn’t fulfilled her role as a mother, she was still Riley’s mother, and nothing could change that.


    Benjamin witnessed Emilia’s copse, his face a mask of horror.


    “You killed Emilia? You actually killed her?” he eximed in disbelief.


    “No, it’s impossible. That woman swore you wouldn’t dare! She deceived me… I’m going to make her pay!”


    The relentless gunfire and his mounting injuries had pushed Benjamin to the brink of madness. He scrambled on the floor, searching desperately for his phone.


    As Benjamin struggled, Thiago and Robbie exchanged a nce, both thinking of N.


    Thiago lowered his voice, asking, “Harlee, do we need to pry it out of him?”


    Harlee, observing Benjamin’s futile struggle, replied coolly, “He’s just a pawn to be discarded. Don’t waste our time on him.”


    Yet, Benjamin’s mention of N confirmed their suspicions of a deeper conspiracy. After waiting so long, N was growing increasingly impatient.


    With a smirk, Harlee mused that it would be far easier to strike now that N was cornered.


    Harlee’s eyes flickered with cold determination. Without a moment’s hesitation, Robbie raised his gun and delivered a final shot to Benjamin, who was iling in despair on the floor.


    “Let’s go,” Harlee said, a rare smile cracking her usually stoic demeanor.


    “It’s time for us to visit elia and settle some scores.”


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