Chapter 3 - Evelyn’s Arrogant Dismissal Sparks A Terrifying Silent War
Evelyn turned her back on them with a dismissive flick of her crimson silk robe hem. She reached for a crystal champagne flute resting on a silver tray beside the porch columns.
“Fetch the housekeeper to clean up those spilled apples before the lawn service arrives,” Evelyn instructed coldly. John didn't answer her command; he simply watched her every movement with calculating deadliness.
He knelt back down on the grass, lifting Lily’s tiny, blood-smeared hands with infinite, heartbreaking gentleness. “We’re going inside right now, baby girl, and nobody is ever going to hurt you again,” John promised.
Lily buried her tear-stained face against his navy blue shirt, soaking the fabric with quiet sobs. John scooped her up into his arms, carrying her past Evelyn without sparing her a single glance.
Evelyn took a sip of her champagne, her red lips curving into a smug, victorious smile of supreme confidence. “Don’t forget who owns this estate and everything inside it, John,” she called out mockingly.
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John paused at the base of the white pillars, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle twitched sharply. “Enjoy your champagne while you still can, Evelyn,” John replied in a voice devoid of humanity.
He carried Lily through the double glass doors, plunging into the cool interior of the mansion. The silent war had been declared, and there would be no prisoners taken on either side.
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