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.

sorts of conflicts happen around the world every day. It was hard to determine who was right or wrong

may not necessarily be wrong, while

a vicious and wicked thug, that was

wicked thug, that was akin to freeing a

world weren't black and white

on absolute right or wrong would never

minutes, the door opened and Vincent walked out, his knife

threw the knife into a trash

can go to the underworld and

looked at Vincent, and didn't see the joy from getting his revenge. Instead, his head was hanging; he looked despondent, as

down to

to get up. He simply lay crumpled on the floor

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