Chapter 625

Willow lay on the rocks as her neck bled and stained the collar of her white shirt. The scene was shocking.

But compared to the pool of blood beneath Matthew, her injuries were nothing. Even though she desperately tried to escape, the distance she crawled was far from enough to save her life.

Footsteps approached from behind; Joey had released Matthew and was walking toward Willow.

"Do you know what he just told me?"

Joey's voice came from behind as Willow continued to crawl away.

Joey didn't stop her, and she merely paced alongside Willow. For every step Willow took, Joey mirrored her, patiently recounting her conversation with Matthew.

"I asked him if he ever loved me. Do you know what he said?"

"He told me to let you go."

In the wind of the river, Joey's laughter sounded particularly eerie. "Even at this moment, he only thinks of you. His loyalty to you is absolute, isn't it? I want to ask you a question."

Suddenly, Joey squatted down and yanked Willow's hair, forcing her