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.”

simple as that?” Neil chimed in, his tone suggestive and

back at me, unfazed. His wounded lip, bitten by me, bore a few dark red marks that made him look all the more

put an arm around me, and calmly

by surprise.

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

you can leave. I need to handle

complete stranger, despite their

again and again, Russel. What good are you?” Nel spat out bitterly

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

into silence, leaving only the heavy stench of blood and the two of us. Before I could say anything, Russel had already started cleaning the bloody mess.

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

on his knees, scrubbing

was dimly lit, and the smell of blood attracted swarms of

help clean the blood-stained ground. The nauseating feeling was

respond. He worked efficiently and silently. We cleaned for about an hour before the yard was somewhat presentable.

was Russel. Sweat beads dotted his smooth forehead and even

step behind Neil. It’s my fault’ Russel finally broke the silence,

obligated to protect me. You’ve

to be more than just their pretend father. I want to truly love them as my own,” Russel stood up, his gaze intense

stubbornness was something I had experienced before, only then,