บททั้งหมดของ Reborn as the Wife He Killed: บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Emma sat back down in the chair, her gaze dark and heavy, knuckles tightening slightly as though she were suppressing a shiver summoned by old memories. Her voice dropped, emerging like a warning scraped from deep in her throat—laced with shadows that could not be ignored:“You don’t know how ruthless he is.”She didn’t speak his name, only referred to him as he, but the understanding between them was absolute.“Back then, I was young, just beginning to learn the art of assassination. The first thing he ever taught me was: ‘Before you slit the throat, cut off the air. Don’t give the prey a chance to scream.’”Livia felt a chill crawl up her spine as she listened.Emma continued, “He can reshape his body at will, just to hide in places no one else could reach. His techniques, his spies, his traps—none of them are things an ordinary person could imagine. If he says he can identify who passed through a place, I believe it. He probably has a hundred ways to do it.” Her voice turned cold a

Elias was silent for a long moment, his gaze dim as he stared off into the distance—like he hadn’t dredged that name up from memory in years. With a heavy sigh, he spoke in a low, conflicted voice:“…Yes. I think I know who he is now.”He paused, then pulled a thin piece of paper from his sleeve. The handwriting was familiar—clean, sharp, and unadorned. It was unmistakably Emma’s. She had left him a letter as well.He unfolded it and showed Livia a few lines before speaking softly:“Maybe Emma figured I’ve spent years dealing with people from all walks of life—thieves, spies, mercenaries—so she left me a separate note. She didn’t say much, but… it was enough for me to understand her intent.”He looked up, his eyes heavy with realization.“She mentioned Jim… and a few of his aliases. Names I’ve heard before—only now do I realize they were all him.”He folded the letter back up and tucked it inside his coat. His voice was low and steady, like still water:“He’s a legend, Livia. In the u

Elias lowered his head, his tone tinged with hesitation and helplessness. “I don’t know. We’ve been ignoring—or rather, deliberately avoiding—your father all this time. But now that I think about it, there’s no way he’s completely unaware of what’s happening. In fact, I’m certain he has his own plans. It’s just that… ever since your mother died, his relationship with you has been distant and unclear, which makes it hard for me to judge where he truly stands.”As he spoke, his voice gradually trailed off, as if weighed down by some distant memory he couldn’t quite grasp.Livia listened quietly, but in her mind, a wave of vivid, almost tangible memories surged forth—the ones she had seen in those brief flashes when she touched the fragments of the Holy Grail.A young Edgar gazing tenderly at Celesta, his eyes filled with unhidden affection. They had truly loved each other. In that era, even as the world fell into chaos and their family became entangled in power struggles, the bond betw

Livia looked at Marcellus’s somewhat tired face and knew he had already said a lot. She understood in her heart that pressing further might only make him more guarded or put him in a difficult position. Compared to chasing after details, what mattered more to her was the direction of their next move.So, in a softer tone, she said, “I won’t ask for too many details. But you mentioned there was cooperation between you and my father—what exactly did that entail? At this stage, is there anything we can rely on him for?”A flicker of guilt passed through Marcellus’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a rare lightness. He gave her a grateful glance, as if relieved, and answered in a low voice, “It was… mainly about pushing the expansion project forward together.”There was something complex in his voice as he said this. “When we first proposed the predecessor to this plan, we were genuinely committed to making the city better—especially the outer residential zones and the healthcare syst

Elias was the first to speak, his brows tightly furrowed, voice laced with unease and urgency. “Just how important is that document? And how did Father and Mother come to possess it?”Marcellus fell silent for a moment, as though trying to grasp at something hidden deep within a foggy memory. He slowly shook his head, his voice slightly hoarse. “I honestly don’t know… It’s not that I won’t tell you—I truly don’t know.” He paused, a heavy look settling in his eyes. “Father handed it to me himself. He said it was ‘of critical importance,’ that he and Mother risked their lives to obtain it. It was a secret they guarded fiercely… but he never explained the whole story. He only warned me, again and again: never let anyone else see it.”At those words, a sudden gleam flickered through Livia’s eyes. She leaned forward slightly, her voice quickening with urgency. “Wait, Marcellus—have you really examined that document carefully?”Marcellus frowned. “Of course I have. I’ve memorized it. I coul