Chapter 384:
Thirty minutes had elapsed. Repeatedly, Collin lost consciousness due to the unbearable pain, each revival greeted by agony even more excruciating than before.
During his final awakening, Harlee placed something into his mouth, miraculously jolting him back to consciousness.
By this point, Collin was drenched in his own blood, his body gruesomely disfigured.
He was completely immobilized, unable to articulate a single comprehensible word.
It was then that the grim reality of crossing Harlee dawned on him, a realization so profound that death seemed a merciful escape. Struggling for every breath, Collin eventually mustered enough strength to start pleading with Harlee, his words jumbled and desperate.
Harlee, showing a flicker of interest, abruptly realigned Collinâs jaw with a distinct âclick.â
âSpare meâ¦â Collin murmured, a trace of hope igniting in his eyes as he discovered he could speak. Prostrate on the floor, he tried unsuccessfully to sit up. Ultimately, he could do nothing but whisper a plea to Harlee, his voice so faint it was nearly lost.
âPlease, Harlee, for the sake of our past engagement, spare my life, will you? The George family has already fallen. Iâm already miserable enough. Please let me go, okay? I cannot fathom your hatred, but I have apologized. I vow to vanish from your sight forever if that is your wish. Iâll conform to any demand. Just let me live, please!â
Harlee released a hollow, chilling laugh, her lips twisting into a sardonic grin, her tone steeped in detachment.
âDrop your act.
After preying on so many minors, do you honestly believe you can just erase those sins as if they never occurred?â
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Upon hearing this, Collinâs face lost all color, turning a ghostly shade.
How could Harlee possibly know? No.
He should vehemently deny any wrongdoings.
âHarlee, could this be some kind of misunderstanding? What minors? Iâm at a loss here.
Could you be talking about my father? Indeed, the culpable should face the consequences.
But you shouldnât hold me accountable for my fatherâs wrongdoings. Iâm nothing but his illegitimate son. If youâre looking to settle old scores, seek out my elder sister, Freyja. Sheâs the one you want!â
But Harleeâs expression only hardened further. She crouched in front of Collin, lightly patting his face.
âYouâre still acting all innocent, huh? Have you erased from your memory that night three years ago? You cornered a ten-year-old in an alley, violated her, and after she perished, you had her justice-seeking parents run down. Since then, your brutality only escalatedâtargeting not just teenage girls but boys as well! And yet you claim innocence? Tell me, then, who is innocent if you are?â
Confronted by Harleeâs menacing glare, Collin was haunted by the visages of the children he had wronged.
Collinâs eyes hardened into a cold, steely glare. What had he done wrong? In his mind, his actions had spared the children from a worse fate.
He believed he was their savior, not a villain.
His resolve hardened.
He drew in a deep, defiant breath and sneered, âHa-ha, do you think I coerced them? No, they pleaded with me, clamored for my attentionâ¦
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