Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 486

As had expected, Hell was brimming with resentment

The doorbell was still ringing, becoming increongly inset you need t answer the door

“You’re back!” I was taken aback at the sight of pose. Not be working the night onfe Why was he back at this hour?

Russel grabbed my shoulders, scanning me from top to bottom, his voice filled with concern. “Are you hurt? I heard there was a break-in and someone for so I rushed home.”

His eyes then fell on the bloodied yard, glaringly visible under the lamplight. As a coster Russel was particularly sensitive to such scenes, and his face drained of color

Neil stepped out, locking gazes with Pussel from a few feet away, Sacs seret fy between them. The tension was palpable even in their silence

But if it wasn’t for Russel’s timely arrival, I wouldn’t know what else this lunatic Nell might have done.

His words were spot on: someone like him might be better off gone for good for me

Within 24 hours, Russel had encountered Neill at my place twice. No doubt his fastation was at boiling point.

Even the most composed individuals would have trouble tolerating such repeated incidents.

Russel’s eyes were like shards of ice, but he didn’t utter a word. His silence made me uneasy, I couldn’t explain the situation, so I simply said, ‘A fugitive broke into the house Neil saved me. I was just tending to his wound.”

as that?” Neil chimed in, his

he simply smirked back at me, unfazed. His wounded lip, bitten by

arm around me, and calmly said to Neil, “Thanks for protecting my wife. If you’re

me by surprise. What

faded slightly. He shot me a meaningful glance before letting out a cold, dismissive

leave. I need to handle the situation here.” Russel

like a complete stranger, despite

again, Russel. What good are you?”

always blamed himself for not taking good care of me, and Neil’s words were a slap in his face.

back into silence, leaving only the heavy stench of blood and the two of us.

a night of shocks and distress, I was exhausted, Seeing Russel cleaning up, I felt

was on his knees, scrubbing the bloodstains from

smell of blood attracted swarms of mosquitoes.

you,” I said, squatting next to him to help clean the blood-stained ground. The nauseating feeling was overwhelming.

and silently. We cleaned for about an hour before the yard was

soaked in sweat, and so was Russel. Sweat beads dotted his smooth forehead and even his

Neil. It’s my fault’ Russel finally broke the silence, his voice laced with self-reproach.

it’s not your fault. You’re not obligated to protect me. You’ve done enough by pretending to be the father of

father. I want to truly love them as my own,” Russel stood up, his gaze intense as he looked at me.

was something I had experienced before, only then, his