Chapter 584
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She leaned casually against the sofa, her arm draped over the back behind Edward in a pose that felt oddly forced.
“Finally awake, Brenna?” Rosie’s voice cut through the air, laced with venom. “Since we’re family, I’ll give you the courtesy of saying your last words.”
Brenna stared at her, puzzled. Why would Rosie align herself with Edward? Was it desperation? Survival?
With quiet defiance, Brenna replied,
“Perhaps you should start thinking about your own last words.”
Rosie’s temper flared instantly. She stormed over and delivered a swift kick to Brenna’s stomach.
“You don’t get to talk back now!” she snapped.
Consumed by rage, Rosie grabbed Brenna’s hair and raised her hand to strike her.
Ethan’s eyes blazed with fury as he delivered a powerful kick, sending Rosie crashing to the floor.
She hadn’t expected him to strike with such force, especially while shackled. A sharp cry escaped her lips as her head collided with the glass window, leaving visible cracks across its surface. A searing pain shot through her skull. When she instinctively reached up, her fingers came away stained with blood.
“Ethan!” she screamed, her voice laced with fury. Then, with a venomous promise, she added, “If you abandon Brenna and choose to marry me, I won’t let you die.”
Even in the chaos, she couldn’t resist making one last desperate attempt to win his affection.
Ethan scoffed. “My life isn’t yours to worry about. You should focus on saving your own.”
Brenna felt a surge of emotion. Even bound and in danger, Ethan had stood up to protect her. His selflessness struck a deep chord within her. She hadn’t minded taking a few blows herself—but knowing he intervened for her meant more than words could express.
“Mr. Ward, he’s just so arrogant,” Rosie whined as she limped over to Edward, feigning injury as she clung to his side.
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Edward tapped his metal cane against the floor—once, twice. Each strike echoed ominously through the room, a silent command that needed no words.
The black-clad bodyguards closed in on Ethan, raining down punches and kicks without restraint. Soon, he lay sprawled on the floor, battered and barely able to move. But even through the pain, his eyes searched for Brenna. Seeing her unharmed gave him strength. As long as she remained safe, he could endure anything.
Their eyes met. In that brief moment, no words were needed—a silent exchange of understanding passed between them. Ethan’s gaze drifted to the necklace he had given her, still gleaming around her neck. If Neville hadn’t run into trouble, he’d be tracking them through it. Help was coming. All Ethan needed to do now was buy time.
Rosie stood watching, her heart a tangle of frustration and longing. She had expected Ethan to beg for mercy—perhaps not from her, but at least from Edward. She had even prepared herself to speak on his behalf.
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