CHAPTER 85: MATTERS OF THE HEART.LIANA'S POV. All alone in the underground training facility, I kept on punching the bag, on, and on, and on... I increased the intensity of the punches as a tempestuous rage welled up in me. I didn't know who was responsible for my parents' death, but somehow, the person whose image came to mind, stirring my anger even more, was Carl. I was all sweaty at this point, tired a bit even, but the rush of anger somehow energized me. I saw myself bashing his skull in.I reached the zenith of the anger welling up in me. With a loud yell, I landed a punch with all the might I could muster. My hand went through the bag, ripping it in half. I stood there, panting as I looked at the bag, my hair all ruffled up. I found myself breaking down in tears, bawling. It had been a long time since I cried in this manner, overwhelmed with grief. I didn't know them. I had no recollection of them, but somehow, at that moment, I was overwhelmed with grief. Maybe it was f
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