Life After Prison

Chapter 1677

Gilda’s constitution was rather peculiar. Her skin felt slightly cold at that terment, but it was soft rather than rigid. Her eyes were shut, and she resembled a sleeping beauty.

However, Severin was unaware that Gilda could still feel even though she was immobile and wrapped in coldness,

hint of fear. ‘Dad? Hmm. It must be him. He probably wants to inspect my condition and check to see if I’m unconscious,” she thought, granting herself some reassurance. Her father, as the leader of the sert, was responsible for her well–being and the presence of disciples patrolling the area. Gilda

eluded her own after years of searching, and she had already

It can’t be Dad! This person is taking off my clothes! Who the hell is this? Gilda realized

Who are you? I’m going to kill you for undressing me!‘ Gilda yelled in her heart as fear began to mount. Her inability to move or open her eyes only intensified her distress, but it did not

detected by my father? This can’t be real! It must be a dream!‘ Gilda’s thoughts began to whirl as she grappled with the possibility that it was all but a dream. No one could have been able to intrade

more. Every sensation she experienced