?Chapter 1550:


    Without another word, she strode over to Mason’s bedside.


    Under a voice-activatedmand, the lights switched off, casting the room into a shadowy, strangely intimate atmosphere.<fna98e> Updates are released by fin?novel</fna98e>


    “Let’s go,” Mason said, shutting his eyes and soaking in the tension.


    Suddenly, a sh of something cold and sharp cut through the darkness, and Mason’s eyes flew open, startled.


    Shock held him in ce as he gaped at Carol,pletely at a loss for words. With an unfazed smile, Carol reached for a wet wipe and casually cleaned the blood from her de. “Well? Do you like it?”


    She tossed the stained wipe in the trash and picked up the bunch of white lilies, cing them by Mason’s bedside.


    As she walked past Niks, who was still frozen in disbelief, Carol spoke in a cool, steady voice. “Come on. We’re leaving.”


    The whole thing had happened in a matter of moments. Yet Niks could hardly process any of it.


    When Carol finally made it back home, showered and changed, she found Niks exactly where she’d left him, lounging on the sofa and lost in thought.


    “Niks…” Carol reached out her hand toward him.


    Niks’ first instinct was to lean back, shrinking from her touch.


    Carol’s hand hung in the air, awkward and uncertain, before she quietly pulled it back.


    It hit her then—Niks was afraid of her.


    All color had drained from his face. He stood abruptly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Sorry. I need to be alone.” Without waiting for a response, he retreated to his room.


    Scenes from the hospital yed over and over in his head. Even as he tried to steady himself, his hands refused to stop shaking. Not once had Carol lost her cool.


    ???????? ???????? ????????: ?????????ν?????????????


    With a single, precise movement, she’d cut off Mason’s manhood, even pausing to wipe the de clean once she finished. Her face showed not the slightest trace of fear or remorse. She had set the white lilies beside Mason’s twisted, pain-stricken face with a kind of eerie calmness.


    Mason looked even paler than the flowers at his side.


    And Carol, as if nothing extraordinary had happened, had simply said, “Let’s go.” It seemed as though she’d be immune to violence, unfazed by anything around her.


    Niks had always known the McCoy family wielded influence on both sides of Oiscoll’sw, but nothing had prepared him for such raw brutality.


    Long after they’d left the hospital behind, Mason’s anguished screams still echoed in Niks’ mind, haunting him with every step.


    The truth was undeniable—watching Carol walk out of that hospital room had left Niks shaken to the core.


    As he hurried up the stairs, Dani caught a glimpse of his pale face. He looked like someone who had just seen a ghost.


    “Carol, was it really necessary to do that right in front of him?” Dani asked.


    Carol just shrugged, toweling off her hair. “He had to face reality sooner orter. Might as well be now—when he still has a chance to toughen up.”


    .


    .


    .