Semua Bab Forbidden Agreements: Bab 251 - Bab 260

Froy slowly took a step back, still staring at Abihirt a foot away from him, but not a single ounce of courage to take action; other than to continue the remaining steps ahead at a fast trot. "Froy!" Abihirt hissed in pain without ever leaving a trace of the back's existence in the distance. Froy never looked back until his body turned the corner and was lost between the walls of the house. Insolent bastard. There was always worse and the man had just declared chaos. Abihirt's fingers immediately grazed the wound on his shoulder, it felt like it was leaving a shock to the tense nerves. With his throat moving faintly, he silently watched the thick viscous liquid. It would be bad news when he ran out of blood so much, soon walking tentatively—after all, he had to, leaving Chicao there. The barking of dogs could be heard, but Abihirt continued to walk while holding on to the wall of the house. Legs that were already much better would bring Chicao merely following behind. At least t

Again. Gloriya didn't give up. Trying to push, even though everything Abihirt did was too quiet. The man's pent-up emotions seemed to be within the bounds of normal handling. Gloriya would not find anything else beyond a brief accomplishment. The fact that Abihirt had no interest in simply saying something was the worst problem. Probably should have waited. Confused. Wishing for something to not actually happen. Moreau glanced around when she realized her mother had returned. The woman was carrying a soaking container along with a soaked cloth. Bending down, the object was immediately placed on the table. "Can you do this, Moreau?" An unexpected question required Moreau to blink several times. It took her a moment to understand her mother's implied request. "Me?" She asked engulfed in a swarm of memories about her mother's principles. Of things to avoid and... no more words were spoken other than beckoning eye contact. Moreau immediately tucked her long

"Moreau, can you call Abi for a moment? He might still be in the room. Or if not, you could look for him in the front yard.” It took a while before Moreau finally acquiesced. Slowly, placing one of the empty glasses she had just downed... onto the bar table. It was worth underlining Barbara's statement; Abihirt was probably still in the room. There would certainly be a serious talk after they discovered Gloriya had left the countryside, and... coincidentally the meat cleaver Iwas missing from where it was supposed to be. Something that must have been a great fear in Gloriya's mind when the woman imagined the evidence could corroborate the lawsuit against Froy. Moreau was sure that was what Barbara would be talking about. It was important to uphold justice. She quickly stepped out of the kitchen, while her mother prepared her husband's special breakfast. At the very least, it was a relief that Barbara did not harbor the slightest suspicion; about some of the things

Moreau pulled the suitcase carefully after passing the top hand step. She deliberately walked first, leaving her mother and stepfather a few steps behind. "Remember what Roger said earlier. Don't forget to finish the antibiotics he gave you and sure... don't get used to doing crazy things like yesterday, got it?" Barbara's voice sounded close even as Moreau reached the doorway. She turned her head briefly only to watch as the couple's backs began to fall away from her sight. There were memories of some of the events between them. Abihirt had driven. Indeed, he had. Before Barbara insisted that they stop by the hospital. There was serious urgency from the open wound on the man's shoulder, which required a medical approach—with a few stitches, though there was some resistance, which in the end made Barbara unable to hold back any longer, and take the wheel. Little needs to be said in detail. That part happened as it did, because... besides Abihirt insisting

Getting up slightly to ask the question. Quite doubtful if Abihirt would eventually take a step closer. A sturdy—as—hell arm wrapped in tense muscles was immediately extended towards her. Moreau's eyebrows rose high as the salve from Roger's ministry came so close to her face. "Why are you showing it to me?" Something more detailed was needed and Moreau deliberately asked the question so that Abihirt would at least say something. No significant interest was shown, but yes—the man did speak soon. "I'd like to ask you a favor." Still overwhelmed by the need to get into the best possible position. Moreau ended up sitting quietly as she looked up into Abihirt's face. Her stepfather was too tall—to be honest. She even only reached the line of the man's shoulders if she was in a standing position. "Why don't you ask my mom to do it?" There was no need to elaborate just to make her understand Abihirt's intentions from the start. The man wanted her to pay