Chapter 1561:

Everyone in that house knew how Torin treasured those blossoms; he tended them with his own hands each day. Once, a careless maid had paid a brutal price for damaging a stem.

Torin’s expression soured instantly; he rose.

“Be careful—it could be a trap,” his subordinate warned.

Torin’s voice carried a lethal promise.

“Locate the perpetrator. Rip them apart and toss their remains into the garden as manure.”

The manor’s assassins swarmed. Lydia, watching from above, let them sweep the first floor while she slipped up the stairs toward the third.

By the time she reached the landing, she had closed the distance to the study and pressed the muzzle of her weapon to the back of Torin’s head.

Lydia’s voice cut through the air.

“So, we cross paths again, Torin.”

Torin turned at the sound of her voice, his expression calm.

“You actually made time to show up here? Shouldn’t you be busy looking after your precious lover?”

The nerve of him to say that. Lydia tilted her head, fury burning bright under the shadow of her cap.

“Of course I would come for you now. I won’t rest until I’ve finished this with you.”

Torin didn’t even flinch at the gun aimed at him. He calmly lit a cigarette and exhaled.

“After what I’ve done to help you, this is how you repay me? By wanting me dead?”

𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 @ g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽𝖼𝗈𝗆

A cruel smile spread across Lydia’s lips, her entire being radiating a fierce, murderous intent.

“Help me? That’s your notion of help? Don’t be ridiculous.”

At this, he arched a brow.

“If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have seen the depth of that man’s feelings for you. Shouldn’t you be grateful?”

The rage inside Lydia roared hotter. In one swift motion, she lunged forward with a knife, aiming for his chest. Torin twisted away just in time, but the blade nicked his arm.

“Enough nonsense,” she snapped.

“You don’t get to meddle in what’s between him and me.”

Torin looked down at the cut on his arm, annoyance flashing across his face.

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