Chapter 2092


    His wrists were raw and bleeding from the rope''s cruel bite, but he seemed impervious to pain, still


    deluding himself with thoughts of escape.


    With a swift jab, Jacknded a punishing blow to his stomach, forcing him to double over in agony,


    finally stilling him for a moment.


    "The truth is, that grave was just a show for you. Your parents aren''t dead. Erik has them locked up,


    tormenting them daily. He even taunts them with photos and videos of you, calling the enemy ''Dad,'' just


    to punish them for leaving the organization, to twist the knife of their suffering."


    Stinger couldn''t believe what he was hearing, his gaze at Arabeced with hate, doubt and belief.


    Hate for her having his parents'' grave dug up.


    Doubt because she might be sowing discord.


    Belief because if it was all a lie, how could she craft such a convincing story, as if she had witnessed it


    all herself.


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    "We found someone, a witness to what happened back then," Arabe nced at her watch, "He''ll be


    here any minute."


    Stinger''s eyes remained a mix of conflict and distrust.


    The wait was only a few minutes, but to Stinger, it felt as long as a century.


    Finally, when Jones appeared with a man in tow, all eyes snapped to the neer.


    The man was short, barely five foot three.


    He removed his mask, revealing a ghastly scar running across his face, shing from his forehead to


    his left cheek, distorting his left eye into a permanent squint, giving him an asymmetrical gaze.


    Pulling off his beanie, a bald patch was visible where hair refused to grow. He told Stinger that he too


    once tried to leave the organization, and as punishment, Erik''s men had shed him twice there,


    ensuring the hair would never return. The scar on his face was a testament to their cruelty.


    He had been loyal to Erik for years, thinking he was different, but anyone who tried to leave faced Erik''s


    merciless vengeance.


    He had been stabbed multiple times and kicked off a cliff, fortunate tond in a tree. A Good Samaritan


    saved him, and he spent his days thereafter in hiding.


    "Your parents'' ident, I was there," the man known as de recounted the same story Arabe had


    told.


    de produced several old photographs and tossed them to Stinger.


    "These photos, I secretly took them back then for my own protection. They''re all dated," he said as he


    flung the pictures towards Stinger.  Draмa?ovеls.cом