Chapter 719
Chapter 719:
“Does it hurt?” Myron’s voice was flat, almost casual.
Brandon clenched his jaw, his eyes burning with defiance, but Myron didn’t answer.
“Not going to answer?” Myron pressed, his tone still even.
Brandon remained silent.
A short, humorless laugh slipped from Myron as he grabbed a chair and slammed it down onto Brandon’s leg.
“Ah!” Brandon screamed, the sound ripping through the room.
“I asked you,” Myron repeated, his expression unchanged. “Does it hurt p>
Sweat poured down Brandon’s face as he clenched his jaw so tightly it felt like his teeth might shatter. His eyes burned with hatred as he stared up at Myron, who stood over him with an unnerving calmness.
When Brandon refused to speak, Myron let go of the chair he had been gripping and pressed his fingers directly into the spot where he had just struck Brandon.
Brandon’s face twisted in agony, his breath catching in his throat.
But the sight of his pain only intensified the fury burning inside Myron.
The image of Millie’s trembling form from earlier that day refused to leave his mind. No matter how many times she insisted she was fine, Myron knew better.
She always did that—always tried to spare everyone else from worrying about her. She’d put on a brave face and claim everything was okay, but Myron could see through it. She was far from okay.
Two men stood facing each other in the quiet hospital room—one cold and controlled, the other writhing in torment.
Myron continued to press into Brandon’s leg wound, methodically inflicting pain with surgical precision.
Outside, dark clouds gathered, and rain began pattering against the windows, casting the room into deeper shadows. The harsh white fluorescent light overhead was the only thing cutting through the darkness, making everything appear stark and unforgiving.
Finally, Myron pulled his hand away.
𝖀𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊 𝖛𝖎𝖆:
Brandon collapsed back against the bed, gasping like a drowning man who had just broken the surface.
Myron moved closer, looming over him.
“Hurts now, doesn’t it?” Myron’s voice remained level, but there was a chilling undertone beneath it—an ice-cold edge that contrasted sharply with his usual composed, gentle demeanor.
“Can you feel it? The pain?” he continued, studying Brandon’s face.
“When you hurt her, did you ever stop to think about what she was going through?” Myron’s voice was low but filled with biting intensity. “When she begged you to stop, when she screamed in pain, Brandon—did it ever cross your mind how much agony you were causing her p>
Brandon gritted his teeth, his fists clenched as waves of pain shot through his leg. His whole body felt unsteady, disconnected from reality. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Myron. All he could see in his mind was Millie’s haunted expression, how small and broken she had looked.
He squeezed his eyes shut, overwhelmed by shame and unable to find any words that could possibly matter.