Layla's Destined Lover
But the instigator, Helen, pretended not to notice.
Helen’s only focus was on demonstrating her importance to Bridget.
Realizing her foolishness, Clara’s face went pale. She now understood she was merely a pawn Helen had used and discarded. A wave of regret flooded her mind, stripping away any remaining clarity.
Clara clenched her fists, and then, as if deciding on something, she raised her head in resentment, about to reveal the truth: “Lea—”
Before she could finish, she could no longer speak.
Yes, Clara’s head was severed by an axe, blood splattering everywhere. The one who struck her spoke calmly, “Leader, I saw Clara secretly feeding the little wolf a piece of fruit while it was sleeping