Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 952

Rosalie furrowed her brows. She pondered for a moment before saying, "I can't decide for you. It's not wrong of you to take revenge. If you're going to torture him, can I head up first? I don't want to see you do it." The image was too gory and Rosalie was worried she might have nightmares.

Vincent turned around and realized that Rosalie's face had turned pale.

She was frightened indeed. She was a proper lady, unlike him who had seen it all. Of course she would be frightened.

Rosalie was a clean sheet of paper, while his hands were all covered with blood.

"Go on upstairs. I'll head up in a while."

Rosalie nodded, then turned to leave the basement.

After she headed upstairs and closed the door, she could hear sounds from the basement.

The man who was being tortured couldn't make a sound. All she could hear were sounds Vincent made, some of which came from the piercing of a knife, or something that was overturned. Rosalie covered her ears and leaned against the wall.

every day. It was hard to determine who was right or

may not necessarily be wrong, while saving

wicked thug, that was akin to

wicked thug, that was akin to freeing a tiger and would only

experience much to know that things in this world weren't black and white and nothing was absolute in this

who insisted on absolute right or wrong would

opened and Vincent walked out, his knife still covered in blood

threw the knife into a trash can

He can go to the underworld and beg Youngie

and didn't see the joy from getting his revenge. Instead, his head was hanging; he looked despondent, as if he had lost his soul.

Rosalie crouched down to

He simply lay crumpled on

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