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Chapter 9

作者: Purple Whispers
In the meantime, the ambulance sped through the streets, its sirens slicing through the New Year's Eve festivities. Jean held onto my hand so hard it hurt, like she was afraid I'd slip away the second she let go.

She was crying hysterically, and her face was streaked with tears. "Please stay with me, Weston! Please don't close your eyes! You have to hold on! We're supposed to have a good life, go on vacations, and have our own children!"

She was trembling as she spoke. Every syllable felt lik
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  • Returned to the Death Toast: My Revenge Starts with Handcuffs   Chapter 9

    In the meantime, the ambulance sped through the streets, its sirens slicing through the New Year's Eve festivities. Jean held onto my hand so hard it hurt, like she was afraid I'd slip away the second she let go. She was crying hysterically, and her face was streaked with tears. "Please stay with me, Weston! Please don't close your eyes! You have to hold on! We're supposed to have a good life, go on vacations, and have our own children!"She was trembling as she spoke. Every syllable felt like a heavy weight on my chest.I could feel the toxin surging within me, bringing waves of vertigo and a burning stomach. Yet, as my eyes met hers, a profound sense of ease washed over me.In my past life, I passed away in a cold, lonely rental. My heart had been consumed by hatred. In this life, I had someone who wept for me and gave their all for my sake.I used every bit of energy I had left to squeeze her hand and whispered, "You can rest assured that I'm too tough to die—even the Grim R

  • Returned to the Death Toast: My Revenge Starts with Handcuffs   Chapter 8

    Mr. Sullivan was about to have his men haul Dad and the others out when police sirens suddenly wailed outside. He glared at me and snarled, "You actually called the police? Your phone was smashed earlier! How did you manage to call them?"I shrugged and gestured toward Jean's pocket. "You see, my wife still has her phone on her. I had her call the police before you even entered, and the call has stayed connected ever since. In other words, the police heard every single thing you said about extortion, illegal confinement, and plotted murder.""You bastard! You set me up!" Mr. Sullivan raised the steel pipe, aiming straight for my head.It was then that the door was kicked in a second time as a tactical team stormed the room. "Get on the ground with your hands on your heads this instant!"They pointed their guns at everyone in the room. Mr. Sullivan stayed frozen as the steel pipe clattered onto the floor. He wasted no time putting his hands up and getting down on the floor.Dad, Da

  • Returned to the Death Toast: My Revenge Starts with Handcuffs   Chapter 7

    Dahlia and Jasmine both flinched visibly when they heard Mr. Sullivan's name.In under a minute, footsteps echoed through the hallway, and the door was kicked open. A group of heavily tattooed men stormed in, and at their head stood a bald man with a brutal face and a gold chain around his neck. That man was none other than Mr. Sullivan, the notorious local loan shark.He glanced around before fixing his gaze on Dad. "Is this your so-called plan, Jack? What the hell is this mess? You've got to be kidding me, right?"Dad kept bowing apologetically. "Please calm down, Mr. Sullivan. That wretched brat refused to cooperate and even found the insurance policy, so I had no other choice but to ask you to step in."Mr. Sullivan chuckled coldly and kicked Jasmine, who was still lying on the floor. "You useless piece of trash! How long will it take you to pay back the 1.5 million dollars in gambling debt you owe me? I'll be coming for your legs if you don't pay up today!"I was stunned wh

  • Returned to the Death Toast: My Revenge Starts with Handcuffs   Chapter 6

    Dad finally caught his breath. He glared at the wreckage and Dahlia and Jasmine. His eyes were burning with fury. "You've gone too far, Weston! Do you really think a signature settles the score? You ought to know that this is my house! You don't get to call the shots here!"He suddenly bolted for the door and threw the bolt shut, yelling at the relatives. "You guys can't just stand around there! That boy's lost it! He's trying to kill his own father and sisters! Have him tied up this instant! He's going to an asylum! I have an acquaintance who can take him—he's definitely gone crazy!"In that instant, a few cousins who had received Dad's favor in the past stood up, rolled up their sleeves, and walked toward Jean and me."You should just do as your father says and cut it out, Weston.""You should have yourself checked at the hospital. It's for your own good.""It's the New Year, for God's sake! It's not right for us to resort to violence!"They reached for my arms, trying to get a

  • Returned to the Death Toast: My Revenge Starts with Handcuffs   Chapter 5

    I countered by seizing Dad's wrist and twisting it with force.Dad let out a sharp yell as the ink pad hit the floor and rolled away.It was only then that I straightened up and wiped the saliva from the corner of my mouth. I looked at my family, who were frozen in sheer panic, and smiled radiantly. "You were in such a hurry to get my thumbprint, Dad. Have you forgotten that Dahlia and Jasmine still haven't passed out?"I grabbed the brimming bowl of vodka from the table under everyone's horrified gaze and slowly advanced toward Jasmine. "Did you think you were really smart for spitting half of that drink into the napkin earlier, Jasmine?"I held the bowl aloft above her head. My voice was cold and merciless. I spoke as if I were delivering a verdict from the underworld, as I continued, "I'll show you what happens when you break the rules since you enjoy cheating so much, Jasmine!"I doused Jasmine right in the face with the vodka after saying that, causing her to bolt upright.J

  • Returned to the Death Toast: My Revenge Starts with Handcuffs   Chapter 4

    Dahlia was shaken by my display, while the relatives around us gasped."Weston always came across as a gentle one, so I didn't realize he had this kind of fight in him.""That big bowl must hold roughly 8.5 fluid ounces, right?"Dahlia gritted her teeth and picked up the bowl. "I'll drink it! I'm not afraid of you!"She threw her head back and drank too, but halfway through, she choked. She coughed until her face was flushed, spilling the drink all over herself. "H-How potent!"Jasmine furrowed her brow as she lifted the bowl and took a cautious sip. "You should take it easy; otherwise, you'll keep choking on it, Dahlia."She continued to sip it tentatively.I fixed a freezing gaze on her. "You're barely touching it, Jasmine. You were so loud before this. You couldn't possibly be getting cold feet now, right?"Jean, who was beside me, refilled my bowl. "You should take it easy, Weston."I gave Jean a reassuring smile before turning to Jasmine. "You can forfeit now if you can't

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