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.”

that?” Neil chimed

back at me, unfazed. His wounded lip, bitten by me, bore a few dark red marks

He simply walked over, put an arm around me, and calmly

took me by surprise.

Neil’s face faded slightly. He shot me a meaningful glance before

can leave. I need to handle the situation here.” Russel smiled politely, treating

complete stranger, despite their previous close

Russel. What good are you?” Nel spat out bitterly before leaving.

taking good care of me, and Neil’s words

the two of us. Before I could say

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

me. He was on his knees, scrubbing the bloodstains from the ground.

of blood attracted swarms of mosquitoes. I was uncomfortable, but

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

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

beads dotted his smooth forehead and

always a step behind Neil. It’s my fault’ Russel finally broke the silence, his voice

no, Russel, it’s not your fault. You’re not obligated to protect me. You’ve done enough by pretending

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

something I had experienced before, only then, his obsession had