Percival shot Oliver a glance, his eyes icy and unreadable. Oliver met his gaze and felt a shiver run down his spine. He tightened his shoulders, trying to shake off the unease. “Do you think we should explain things to Eulalia?” he ventured, attempting to change the subject.“Explain what?” Percival’s voice was as cold as his gaze.“That you didn’t actually chop off her brother’s hand, obviously,” Oliver replied, his voice tinged with nervousness.Percival squinted, his eyes narrowing. “She’s already convinced that I did it. What good would explaining do?” He paused, reflecting on his own actions. “I guess I’ve brought this upon myself. If I hadn’t been using her brother Benedict as a threat against her all this time, she wouldn’t have jumped to such conclusions.”Oliver nodded, sensing the weight of Percival’s regret. “Why don’t you have someone investigate who actually did it?”“Alright, I’ll get on it,” Oliver said, preparing to leave the room.“Wait,” Percival interrupted, his fa

Killing a person is nothing but the execution of the heart, and Percival’s goal was to make her watch as the people by her side betrayed her one by one, abandoned her, and discarded her.Percival relished the thought of her stepping deeper into quagmires, struggling for her last breaths, and finally being dragged into the endless abyss of hell.From start to finish, she was the sole tragic character in a farce that played out thoroughly.The judge finally withdrew Eulalia’s appeal, advising her to stay with Percival and take care of her health.How could she possibly recover? A tumultuous surge of blood and breath choked her throat, Eulalia unable to discern if it was her heart aching or her stomach that hurt more.The judge’s retraction of the divorce was expected by Percival but not by Eulalia.No one anticipated that Percival could be so ruthless, countering move for move with traps more lethal than the last, like heavy shackles on Eulalia that she could not avoid. From the very be

“Unlock the chains from my feet,” she demanded.Percival scoffed, “Eulalia, did you really take my earlier warning for a joke?”Eulalia’s grip on her phone tightened, the knuckles turning white as her body shook. Taking a deep breath, her voice raspy, she said, “Percival, you’ve already confined me to Repulse Bay; where could I possibly run off to?”“You won’t get away, but I relish fulfilling my promise to keep you tethered. To err is to be punished, a concept even a child understands,” Percival stated maliciously. “Since you consider my words empty, brace yourself to be treated less than human, locked in a ‘cage’ with chains. How do you like that?”Eulalia’s face drained of color, her lips a purplish hue, as the butler watched her body shift from slight tremors to violent shudders, barely able to stand.With a slight turn of her head, Eulalia looked out the glass to the sky. Now, chained like this, she couldn’t leave, nor could she die. She suddenly accepted this reality, her spirit

Eulalia was in agony, her jaw nearly dislocated, tears uncontrollably dropping from her half-closed eyes. Her grip on the iron chain did not loosen but tightened as if she intended to crush it.Percival frowned, his hand loosening as he released her, “Why the tears? You’re so scared of just the thought of killing me? If you’re this afraid, why even entertain the thought?”Eulalia collapsed on the bed, unable to control her tear glands, hating herself for being so powerless that she couldn’t even harm the person who hurt her. When Eulalia cried, it was with a pursed mouth and clenched teeth, stifling her sobs until they became choking gasps, which was agonizing to hear.Percival pried Eulalia’s hand off the chain and tucked her into the blanket.Eulalia continued to cry, the recent events haunting her like a nightmare.Percival felt a pang in his heart watching her cry, turning on the light and carefully wiping her face with a tissue.Her courage was like that of a cat, bold enough to

“Your medicine was thrown away by Zephyra. All medicine is a poison in some way. If you can avoid it, then don’t take it.”Eulalia looked at his face and knew he was angry, but she didn’t know where his anger came from, nor did she know what she had done to displease him.She just wanted her medicine. Even in such a desperate situation, she thought of surviving, but Percival ruthlessly crushed her last hope.What more did he want from her? She felt she was already miserable enough, being constantly pushed into filthy pits, half a life in hell.“Do you have anything else to say?” Percival asked her.Eulalia shook her head weakly: “Nothing more, no medicine then, after all, not taking it won’t kill me, right?”Her words seemed to be for herself, but Percival heard it differently, as if she really had a terminal illness and was about to die, and those medicines were what sustained her life.Percival threw these thoughts out of his mind. He wouldn’t believe Eulalia’s words anymore. Whethe