Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 1952

That night, Ian and Kurt went to the prison to see the convict.

Within the cold and damp confines of the place, the convict was dragged out like a dog and thrown at Ian’s feet. At the sight of the two young men, he was taken aback and wondered who they were.

Despite their youth, one could tell right away that these were not ordinary folk from the distinguished aura both of them exuded.

“Who are you?”

“How did you kill him?” Inside the interrogation room, Ian, who stared at the convict with a deathly gaze, looked as if he was a demon who had crawled out from Hell.

Just the sight of him sent a chill down the convict’s spine.

“How did I kill him? Didn’t I already tell the police everything? Who in the world are you? Why should I repeat it to you?”

No sooner had the convict spoken than Ian raised his gaze slightly.

Without warning, Kurt grabbed the convict out of his chair before covering the latter’s mouth and smashing a fist into his face.

In an instant, the convict’s body convulsed before his face contorted from the excruciating pain. Even then, he could barely make a sound due to his mouth being tightly covered.

All he could do was tremble violently within Kurt’s grip.

It wasn’t until a minute later that Kurt released him, assuming that his pain had passed by then.

Ian repeated, “Let me ask you one more time. How did he die in your hands?”

the table and having struggled for a long time, the convict finally relented with a grimace. “He… He refused to obey me. T-That’s why

“Suffer?”

the words rolled off the convict’s tongue,

his kidneys just

it didn’t start out that way. I just wanted to torture him in the beginning, l-lt was after another subordinate, who came in with

day. Initially, there was no plan to harvest Brandon’s kidneys, as the convict had coveted the former for many years. In fact, he already had his eye on Brandon when the latter

enough to capture Brandon back

finally had the opportunity to kidnap Brandon. Therefore, it didn’t make sense for him

been cooperative or friendly at all. Despite the convict expending significant amounts of effort

All I wanted was to live out my days happily with him. Just think about it; after longing for him for

Crack!

blow

grabbed a chair from the side and

“Argh!”

the interrogation room, the convict held onto his bleeding head as he fell off

for the prison guards outside, they pretended

disgust within him, walked up to the

“Castrate him!”

“Consider it done.”

in his hand. After kneeling in front of the latter,

had severed the veins

stood up

Crunch!

“Arghhh!”