Chapter 709
Chapter 709:
Myron’s gaze fell upon Brandon’s loosened belt buckle, and ice-cold terror gripped his chest. If he had arrived even minutes later…
Millie’s unconscious screams continued echoing through the room, punctuated by desperate whispers that shattered his heart. “Please don’t… someone help p>
Myron delivered one final, bone-crushing kick to Brandon’s leg, ensuring his temporary immobilization, and then sprinted to the bed where Millie lay bound and broken.
But terror had stolen her recognition of him completely.
“Millie p>
Myron cupped her face with trembling hands, desperate to anchor her to reality. The moment his fingers touched her skin, another blood-curdling shriek tore from her throat.
Myron felt his heart splinter into a thousand pieces.
“It’s me, Millie—it’s Myron speaking to you.” Tears rimmed his bloodshot eyes as emotions crashed over him.
Rage, anguish, and crushing guilt swirled within, threatening to tear his mind apart.
“He can’t hurt you anymore—I made sure of that,” Myron whispered, his voice breaking. “You’re safe now, Millie. You’re safe p>
But Millie remained trapped in her terror, unable to recognize Myron’s identity. Her entire body shook uncontrollably while tears mixed with Brandon’s blood, painting tragic streaks across her face.
“Everything’s going to be all right now, Millie. I promise you that.” Tears spilled down Myron’s cheeks as he fought to keep his voice steady.
“Millie, don’t let fear consume you. I’m here with you,” he murmured with infinite tenderness. “Millie, I’m Myron. Try to remember me—you still have Ari depending on you, and we still must uncover the truth behind your father James’s murder. You have to fight through this p>
Millie’s tears continued their relentless cascade, and she only hesitated slightly when Ari’s and James’s names reached her ears.
𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙖𝙩:
Her chest rose and fell with labored breathing while violent tremors made her teeth chatter like castanets in winter.
Slowly, she turned her head with newfound awareness and focused on Myron’s face.
“Myron…” Her voice emerged as barely a whisper, raw and damaged.
“Yes, it’s me,” Myron confirmed, his eyes still blazing red with unshed tears. Millie squeezed her eyes shut, releasing weak, heartbroken sobs that echoed through the room.
“It’s over now—I’m here, and I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” Myron’s voice cracked with emotion as he began adjusting her disheveled clothing. Brandon’s blood still stained her pale skin, and angry teeth marks circled the mole on her chest like a grotesque birthmark.
Witnessing this violation, Myron unleashed another savage kick at Brandon’s crumpled form.
He worked with gentle precision, helping Millie into her undergarments and smoothing down her skirt. But her blouse was beyond salvation—every button had been ripped away, leaving the fabric in tatters.
Millie’s body still shook with aftershocks of terror, and Myron realized he needed to remove her from this chamber of horrors immediately.