Chapter 439: Chapter 439

Time flew by.

“It’s time,” The silence present in the room suddenly got broken as the hooded figure returned and told Pucchi.

Pucchi, who had been silently crying, felt a thunderbolt attacking her, hearing the voice. It was the last thing she wanted to hear for now.

“No, I won’t let you do this,” Pucchi didn’t know from where she got the guts or empathy for her nephew, but she yelled.

The hooded figure had expected this response from Pucchi, so he took a step forward, appeared right in front of her, grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, and threw her toward the wall.

“Do you think you’ve got a choice here, or did you think that since I slept with you, I will agree with whatever you say,” The hooded figure mocked Pucchi as he looked down on her.

He then bent down and gently caressed her face. “Look, you’ve no choice here. We can do it your way or my way,” He commented.

“If we do it your way, then I would do things to you that even the devil would shudder thinking about, and if we do it my way, we’ll all be happy. You would get your wish, and I would get mine,” The figure added. A hint of killing tone never left his voice as he warned Pucchi.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Pucchi, who had only gotten the courage to stand up to the figure, felt all her bravery vanish and shuddered in fear.

It wasn’t the first time it happened with her. Whenever she had dared to refuse the man’s order, she had faced the worst humiliation of her life.

“Why be brave when you can’t sustain it?” The hooded figure mocked Pucchi, seeing the look of fear returning on her face.

He then stopped caressing her face and stood up.

“Now, let’s bring an end to this,” He commented as he looked at the unconscious Turta on his bed.

Turta would groan from time to time as the pain still attacked him. Due to the pain, he couldn’t remain unconscious, while due to lack of energy, he couldn’t stay conscious, so the situation for Turta was no worse than evil torture.

“Ugh!” Pucchi groaned as she stood up.

Her expressions were of fear, anger, and sadness as she took a step forward toward the bed.

“Turta, look, your mother is here,” She gently called out to Turta as she caressed his face.

She got no response from Turta as he was neither conscious nor unconscious.

“Do it,” The hooded figure suddenly ordered Pucchi.

Pucchi gave a hateful glare at the figure, but her fear couldn’t be hidden. The hooded figure only shrugged his shoulders in response.

Pucchi then took out the needle from her space ring and started taking Turta’s blood.

When she had finally taken out the one hundred and eleventh drop of Turta’s blood, there was a sudden change in him.

He turned even weaker as his skin started melting as if he was a corpse that had died for quite a long time. His groans turned more and more fragile. It still existed, showing his struggle to survive against all of this.

“Don’t stop,” The hooded figure ordered, hurrying Pucchi.

“Look, Turta, your mother is here,” Pucchi called out to Turta again, but yet there was no response.

“If you love me, open your eyes,” Pucchi called Turta again. Her tone contained hurry, while the hooded figure had a solemn and grave face as what happened next would determine their struggle of the past several years.

“If you don’t open your eyes, I would kill myself. Didn’t you promise to protect me?” Pucchi called Turta out again, her voice being louder than before.

Turta’s body finally showed some movement as his eyelids moved and attempted to open themselves.

It only moved and didn’t open. Pucchi continued to call Turta out. Her tone became louder, angrier with every moment.

The hooded figure’s expression turned graver as everything depended upon Turta opening his eyes and looking at his mother.

‘Did we make a mistake somewhere?’ The figure thought in his head as he remembered the situation from the start.

“If you don’t OPEN YOUR EYES, I WOULD HATE YOU FOR ALL MY LIFE,” Pucchi screamed, calling for Turta once more.

“Mo…mo…mother, pl…plea…please-”

Turta finally opened his eyes. Everything looked blurry to him. He didn’t want his mother to hate him, so he wanted to request, but his voice suddenly came to a halt as a hand passed through his heart.

“Mo…mot-”

Turta attempted to speak, but he lost consciousness before he could complete his sentence and lost his life.

“NO!” Pucchi let out a heart-rending scream. It was she that had passed her hand through Turta’s chest and grabbed the heart, resulting in his death

“Hahahahha!” The hooded figure, ignoring Pucchi’s expression, started laughing out loud. “I did it, master,” He then yelled as he had been doing all this on the orders of his master.

On the bed, Turta’s body disappeared as if it was never there. The blood she had collected and the heart Pucchi had in her hands were the only remaining proofs of his existence.

Pucchi had a lost expression on her face as the scene before Turta’s birth emerged in her mind.

How she had fallen in love with a man, but he instead fell in love with her sister Rutthi.

Turta was the proof of the man’s love for Rutthi and what Rutthi had for him. Due to that, Pucchi hated nothing more than Turta.

She couldn’t stand Turta, so she kidnapped him and decided to kill him. Before she could do that, she came across the hooded figure.

She accepted the mission as the hooded figure assured her that the man he loved more than anything would fall in love with her if she did as told.

Her hatred for Turta and the man was so high that she accepted it. Even with the passing of years, her disgust for Turta didn’t disappear. She felt mental agony whenever she looked, smiled, or talked to Turta.

But as Turta started growing weaker, her heart started feeling empathy for him. She never knew somewhere in her heart that she loved her nephew since Turta was the splitting copy of the man she loved.

But still, her hatred got the better of her love for Turta, or she would’ve fought to the death with the hooded figure to save Turta from this torture.