Chapter 287 Clinging Desperation
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“Now that my finger’s treated, you think your responsibility ends there, don’t you?” Julius murmured, his face buried in the curve of her neck, voice scraped raw.
“If you want me to pay the medical costs, I can-”
“You know I’m not talking about money. You imed me, Quinn. Shouldn’t you see it through?”
She was the one who had lured him out of endless night, coaxing him, inch by inch, toward the promise of daylight. And now she meant to shove him back into the dark. He held her so tightly she could hardly breathe, yet the harder he clung, the clearer the video shed in her mind–Rowan dragged across the ground and tossed aside like trash. The image would not fade.
She didn’t even know who to me. <i>Do </i>I <i>fault </i>him <i>for </i><i>leaving </i><i>Rowan </i><i>to </i><i>suffer</i>? <i>I </i><i>have </i><i>always </i>known <i>he </i><icked </i><i>empathy</i><i>. </i><i>Or </i><i>do </i><i>I </i><i>me </i><i>myself </i><i>for </i><i>loving </i><i>him</i>? <i>Had </i><i>I </i><i>never </i><i>loved </i><i>him</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>would </i><i>not </i><i>be </i><i>in </i><i>such </i><i>pain </i>now.
“Julius, I took from you, but I gave as much in return. Neither of us owes the other.” With that, she ripped herself free and walked away.
Julius stood frozen, watching Quinn’s silhouette shrink until the corridor swallowed her. Moments earlier, her embrace had felt as if he held the entire world. Now, with her absence, the world slipped through his fingers, Cold seeped into his bones, and with the chill came a steady, needling pain that refused to stop.
The pain felt endless, stretching on without mercy.
Guards marched Marley through the iron gates of Whitethorn Manor.
“Let me go! I am the eldest daughter of the Bridger family. If something happens to me, they will never let this rest.” She fought against their hold.
Moments ago, her arrogance had been unshakable. Now, terror drowned every spark of defiance. When Julius stepped into view, that fear spiked until it hollowed her out.
Yesterday, she had recklessly spilled the secret. Once she calmed down, she finally understood what she had done, and dread took root.
“Julius, please, spare me. I swear I will never appear in front of you or Quinn again!” Marley cried.
“Spare you?” Julius answered, his tone t, a frozen aura rolling off him.
In the past, Julius had seemed detached, a man observing life from a distant shore. Now he looked like a de forged for ughter, glinting with a killing chill.
“Yes, spare me! I gave up an eye for you, remember. Please-” Her plea snapped off.
A gun barrel dug into her temple, the metal biting like ice. Marley shook so violently her knees knocked together as she stared at Julius in naked horror. <i>He </i><i>is </i><i>going </i>to <i>kill </i><i>me</i><i>. </i>
“Spare you? Then who will spare me?” His voice rasped, fevered with rage. “Marley Bridger, you are the first person I have ever truly hated. I never imagined I would be brought low by a rat like you. You think the Bridger family will avenge you? Let’s test that. If I pull the trigger right here, will they still dare toe for me?”
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Chapter 287 Clinging Desperation
His final word barely faded before the weapon clicked, a fresh round sliding into the chamber.
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“No–you cannot kill me! I am still a Bridger. If Quinn finds out you murdered me, do you think she will ever stay with you?” Marley screamed.
In an instant, Julius‘ eyes red, red as fresh wounds.
Quinnie… She <i>is </i>a <i>righteous </i><i>person</i>. <i>If </i><i>my </i><i>hands </i><i>carry </i><i>blood</i><i>, </i><i>then </i><i>in </i><i>her </i><i>eyes</i>, <i>that </i><i>is </i><i>a </i><i>crime</i>. <i>She </i><i>broke </i><i>up </i><i>with </i><i>me</i><i>, </i>said we <i>had </i>no future<i>, </i><i>yet </i><i>I </i><i>still </i><i>dare </i><i>to </i><i>dream </i><i>that </i><i>we </i><i>do</i><i>. </i><i>I </i><i>see </i><i>us </i><i>growing </i><i>old </i><i>together</i>, <i>just </i>like <i>the </i><i>promise </i><i>on </i><i>the </i>birthday <i>card </i><i>she </i><i>gave </i><i>me</i>. <i>But </i><i>she </i><i>has </i><i>already </i><i>cast </i><i>me </i><i>aside</i><i>, </i><i>so </i><ipletely </i><i>that </i><i>when </i><i>she </i><i>left </i><i>the </i><i>hospital </i><i>today</i><i>, </i><i>she </i>did <i>not </i><i>look </i><i>back </i>even <i>once</i>.
“Marley Bridger, do you have any idea how much you deserve death?” Julius snarled, and the gun roared.
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