Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 469:

“During your earlier journey, did you observe everything thoroughly?”

“Yes, I witnessed everything with complete clarity,” Rachel answered with straightforwardness.

“In that case, I sincerely hope those punishments will never be directed toward you in the future. Consider this instance both the first and final occurrence.”

Rachel acknowledged this with a nod. “I know your intention, and I too have no desire for such a day to materialize.”

“My intention? Then enlighten me—what is it?”

Clenching her teeth, Rachel enunciated each word deliberately: “The reason you arranged for me to witness those scenes was to instill fear and to ensure I thoroughly grasp that betraying Natalia would exact a tremendous price, correct?”

“Indeed.”

Wilson’s expression reverted to seriousness. “Natalia is the apple of my eye. She desires friendships, which I cannot deny her, but I must guarantee her safety. Remember this, Rachel Marsh—should you ever harm my daughter, cause her distress, or inflict any suffering upon her, I will respond with unmitigated severity and ensure your suffering.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

With those words, Rachel’s lips curved into an unexpected smile.

“Why this amusement?”

“Please don’t misinterpret, Mr. Carpenter. I merely envy Natalia for having a father whose love runs so deep.”

Unlike her own father, who had bequeathed her nothing but bitter smiles and mockery.

Some thoughts were better left unexpressed. Articulating them only amplified the sorrow.

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Before departing, Rachel requested a favor from Wilson. “Mr. Carpenter, my injuries aren’t suitable for Natalia’s viewing. Could you arrange for someone to inform her that I’ve already returned home?”

“Certainly.”

Wilson nodded, adding, “Moving forward, addressing me as Mr. Carpenter isn’t necessary.”

Rachel momentarily froze, uncertain about the appropriate form of address.

Wilson elaborated, “Just call me Uncle Wilson.”

“Sure, Uncle Wilson.”

After bidding farewell to Wilson, Rachel hastened homeward. Firstly, because the agony radiating from her back had become intolerable. Secondly, she worried that an extended delay might cause Jeffrey undue concern.

However, what awaited her defied all expectations…

Barely stepping through the gate, she immediately spotted Brian. And beside him stood Tracy.

Rachel froze, her steps faltering.

The street stretched ahead, a necessary path to catch her ride, but it forced her to confront Brian and Tracy, an encounter she desperately wanted to avoid.

They were close enough that she could clearly hear Tracy’s voice.

“Brian, you’re finally out. I was so scared. If anything bad had happened to you, I wouldn’t have been able to live alone in this world.”noveldrama

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