All Chapters of Reborn as the Wife He Killed: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Suddenly, a rush of hurried footsteps echoed from outside. A breathless subordinate burst in.“Sir! Where are you? There seem to be people from another faction approaching!”Jim whipped his head around to look at the man, then quickly turned back to Livia.18She stood unmoving, her eyes brimming with unhidden confidence.It wasn’t the look of someone bluffing—it was the look of someone who had long since set the board and was now calmly waiting to close the net.Jim cursed inwardly, realizing he’d already missed the best moment to act. Killing her now would serve no purpose, and capturing her wouldn’t give him control anymore.But he was someone who could pivot quickly. In an instant, he put on another face, flashing a smooth smile.“No matter,” he said breezily, waving a hand. “Looks like we really do need to keep talking.”He tucked the rag and stone away, though this time, a hint of genuine respect and caution flickered in his eyes.“So you want an alliance? Fine. Let’s stay in tou

The scene shifted.A faint shaft of morning light slipped through the heavy curtains, falling diagonally onto the cold tiles of the infirmary floor.The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and a subtle trace of iron, heavy and still.Inside the ward, two beds stood side by side. Livia lay on the left; Marcellus lay quietly on the right.His face was pale, a sheen of cold sweat gathering on his brow. The bandages on his chest had been freshly changed, but a faint trace of red still seeped through. The doctors had said his old wounds had only just begun to heal—yet now, due to overexertion and repeated use of painkillers, the injury had torn open again.Elias sat by Livia’s bedside. He hadn’t slept the entire night, exhaustion etched into his face—but there was also a quiet composure, tightly held in place. He watched her intently, holding a still-warm cup of water in one hand, as if afraid she might vanish the moment he blinked.Suddenly, the person in the bed stirred and slowly

Outside, the wind howled louder still, whipping up yellow sand that battered against the windowpanes—a silent prelude to the storm about to unfold. Inside the study, the light was dim and heavy.Eryx pressed two fingers to his temple, his brow deeply furrowed, still contemplating whatever it was that Jim had yet to say. Across from him, Jim wore his usual careless grin—lazily drawn yet unable to fully mask the sharpness beneath.“Do nothing,” Jim drawled, repeating himself with deliberate calm. “Since we already know the treasure is somewhere in this region, we just search it slowly, piece by piece. This is our turf. They’re the ones in a hurry—we’re not.”He spread his hands lightly, tone tinged with smug sarcasm. “They thought handing you jurisdiction over this region was a clever move. Turns out, it was a blunder. We can dig as deep as we want here, but them—” he paused, eyes glinting like blades, “they can’t cross the line. The moment they do, we’ll have every excuse to ‘take full

The lighting in the hospital room was dim and gentle, while the night outside grew ever darker. The wind still blew, lifting the corner of the curtain as if the turmoil beyond the window was silently intensifying. Inside, however, the three of them fell into a rare silence.Though they had indeed secured a fragment of the “Holy Grail,” they all understood—this victory had come at an almost unbearable cost.“We… can no longer act in the shadows,” Elias said. His voice was calm, yet it carried a weight of pressure that couldn’t be hidden.Livia gave a slight nod, bitterness rising in her chest. Yes, even though they now possessed a fragment, all their previous strategies and plans could no longer be carried out in secret. Eryx would never allow them another chance to strike. Without a doubt, he would further tighten control, block every route, and have them watched relentlessly.What was more unsettling, though, was the sense that—looking back on the entire operation—Eryx hadn’t been ca

When Livia pushed the door open, the ceiling light illuminated Emma sitting by the window, polishing a dagger. The moment her keen eyes lifted and saw the familiar figure at the door, a crack of emotion split her usually calm and composed expression.“You… finally came back.” She stood up, trying to keep her tone casual, but her voice trembled slightly.Livia said nothing, simply walked over and stopped in front of her. The two locked eyes for a brief moment before Emma pulled her into a firm hug. It wasn’t forceful, but it was resolute—anchoring Livia to reality, as if refusing to let her vanish again.“Thank goodness you’re safe,” Emma murmured, her tone uncharacteristically laced with anxiety. “I thought…”“I’m fine.” Livia gently patted her back, her voice soft yet steady. “I made it back.”Only after a long moment did Emma let her go and sit back down by the window. The composed expression befitting a general quickly returned to her face, as if the emotion just now had been nothi