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 in, his tone suggestive and challenging.

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

simply walked over, put an arm around me, and calmly said to Neil, “Thanks for protecting my wife.

surprise. What was

He shot me a meaningful glance

to handle the situation here.”

like a complete stranger, despite their previous

again and again, Russel. What good are

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

and the two of us. Before I could

at night, and after a night of shocks and distress, I

was on his

the smell of blood attracted swarms of mosquitoes. I was uncomfortable, but Russel seemed unfazed.

to help clean

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

his smooth forehead and even

danger, I’m always a step behind Neil. It’s my fault’ Russel finally broke the silence, his voice laced with

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

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

stubbornness was something I had experienced before, only