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CH.59

~MEANWHILE~

The air was thick with tension and the metallic scent of freshly spilled blood in the Blackthorn ancestral manor.

Grandma Eva sat rigid in her high-backed chair, her hands trembling with a fury that threatened to consume her.

Her sharp and piercing eyes were fixed unwaveringly on the figure of her grandson, Zavian who stood before her with an imposing presence radiating cold indifference.

His features betrayed no emotion as he casually stepped over the lifeless body of a stunningly beautiful chestnut-haired woman sprawled on the intricately patterned marble floor.

The woman's hair fanned out around her head like a halo, contrasting to the growing pool of blood beneath her.

Her once vibrant hazel eyes stared vacantly at the vaulted ceiling, all life extinguished from them.

The sight was one of brutality and a reminder of the cold, heartless nature that ran deep in the Blackthorn bloodline.

Grandma Eva had always known her grandson was a monster, a creature devoid of empathy
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