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.”

Neil chimed in,

bitten by me,

around me, and calmly said to Neil, “Thanks for protecting my wife. If you’re available, we’d like to invite you to dinner as a token

words took me by surprise. What was going on?

faded slightly. He shot me a meaningful glance

you can leave. I need to handle the

despite their previous

and again, Russel.

himself for not taking good care of me, and Neil’s words

the two of us. Before I could say anything, Russel had already started

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

rest,” Russel told me. He was on his knees, scrubbing the bloodstains

dimly lit, and the smell of blood attracted

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

for about

was Russel. Sweat beads dotted his smooth forehead

my fault’ Russel finally broke the silence, his voice laced with

not obligated to protect me. You’ve

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

experienced before, only then, his obsession