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Chapter 79: The Kidnapper – Eryx
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Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 289: The Number of Fragments
The lamplight flickered, and for a moment, the very air seemed to grow heavy, as if the room itself were holding its breath.“We have one fragment,” Livia said at last, her tone deliberately casual. “And we’ve uncovered the trail leading to another.”As she spoke, she slipped a photograph onto the desk. The image showed the fragment she had in her possession, its jagged edges glimmering faintly. Her voice carried the ease of indifference, yet her eyes betrayed the truth—they were sharply focused on Edgar, watching his every reaction with quiet precision.“Marcellus once held another fragment,” she continued, her tone calm but her fingers curled slightly against her skirts. “That piece… disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Still, we have clues—clues that point us toward its likely whereabouts.”She did not ask if Edgar also possessed a fragment. She left the question unspoken, as if deliberately restraining herself, using that very restraint as a signal of her sincerity.Sure en
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 288: Livia’s True Feelings
As Livia’s words spilled forth in an unbroken stream, Edgar’s once-tense expression began to shift. The storm that had gathered in his features—the readiness to erupt into fury at any provocation—slowly eased. It was as though each syllable she uttered chipped away at the armor of his anger. What seeped into its place was something quieter, subtler: curiosity. His hand, which had been clenched in restrained agitation, lifted faintly, gesturing for her to go on.“I want the same thing you want, Father. I want to bring Mother back.”Livia’s voice carried a steady conviction, but beneath it pulsed the raw vulnerability of someone laying bare the deepest, most dangerous secret in her heart.“Oh?”The single syllable left Edgar like the crack of a whip. His pupils constricted, and for the first time, genuine shock etched itself across his face. The man who so rarely revealed his inner turbulence leaned forward in his chair, posture taut, eyes fixed on his daughter as though he could pierce
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 287: Livia’s “Confession”
Several days later, the flickering glow of candlelight filled Edgar’s study. The tall shelves, stacked heavily with volumes, cast looming shadows that made the entire room feel solemn, almost suffocating. Edgar sat behind his massive desk, a teacup—long since gone cold—resting in his hand. His eyes, however, were not on the cup. They were fixed on the figure standing before him: his daughter.Livia stood tall and straight across the desk, her posture composed, her gaze steady. The youthful innocence that once clung to her seemed to have melted away. What replaced it was something harder to define—a quiet, unyielding strength. Edgar stared at her, and for a fleeting instant, it was as if time had turned back. He saw in her the shadow of his late wife—firm, unbending, and cool as winter’s light. That familiar image stirred a wave of tenderness deep within him.But tenderness was a dangerous indulgence. Reality swiftly pressed down, extinguishing it. Edgar’s eyes hardened, the fleeting w
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 286: True Success
The hospital room was alive with chatter, debates ricocheting off the pale walls as the group hashed out every detail of the plan. They discussed what concessions might be possible with Edgar, which points were non-negotiable, and above all, the one principle that could never be compromised: the Grail must be utterly destroyed. Each sentence, each suggestion, felt like a probing test, a subtle measurement of each other’s boundaries, weighing the risks of every move before it was made. The tension was palpable, hanging in the air like a dense fog that refused to lift.When the discussion finally ended, everyone filed out of the room, leaving only Alia and Marcellus behind. The atmosphere shifted immediately; the noise and argument vanished, leaving a quiet filled only with the mechanical hum of respirators and the occasional whisper of wind brushing against the windowpane.Alia’s eyes softened as she looked at Marcellus lying on the bed. Her gaze was deep, reflective, carrying a warmth
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 285: I’ll Go
“After all, he is Livia’s father. We should cooperate with him first.”Marcellus’s voice was low, measured, yet carried an unshakable certainty that seemed to settle the room like a weight.For a moment, the hospital room fell into silence. Everyone exchanged glances without thinking. Cooperating with Edgar—that choice alone implied walking straight into danger, threading a path where missteps could cost dearly.Marcellus continued, his tone sharp and deliberate, every word precise:“We hold more shards. We have the advantage. If we can assemble the Grail at the critical moment, we can make the wish first… and once we discover a method to destroy the Grail completely, we will be able to destroy it before anyone else even realizes what’s happening.”His eyes were cold, calculating, as if he had already run through every risk and every possibility in his mind. Every nuance, every gamble, had been measured.Then, a calm, resolute voice cut through the tension.“I’ll go and negotiate with
Reborn as the Wife He Killed Chapter 284: Go Find Edgar
The air inside the hospital room felt thick—like it had been swaddled in layers of heavy cotton, muffling every sound, every breath. No one moved for a long moment. It was as if Marcellus’s last words had dropped into the center of their thoughts and were still sinking, pulling each of them down into silent contemplation.Adrian was the first to speak, his voice breaking the stillness but carrying the weight of worry.“What about Elise? She’s fine… isn’t she?” His brows were knitted tight, his tone betraying the nervousness he tried to suppress.Marcellus slowly lifted his gaze to him. The look in his eyes was steady, almost solemn, and his voice, though calm, brooked no argument.“Perhaps because her exposure was brief. Or—because she never truly touched the Grail shard. That last time you went searching together, she didn’t handle it, did she? She might not have even come close enough to make physical contact. Still… her condition needs to be observed closely. We can’t be careless.
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