Chapter 1409:

Myron shoved Millie and Ari down, throwing himself over them as the shockwave tore through the room—snatching the air from their lungs, rattling their bones.

When the ringing in his ears finally dulled, the two figures across the room were nothing but crumpled silhouettes.

Vivian lay completely unconscious. Macauley, half-conscious, clawed at the ground in a desperate attempt to drag himself away.

Myron was already moving.

Blood soaked the lower half of Macauley’s legs. He tried to crawl faster when he saw Myron closing in.

“Myron!” he gasped through blood-streaked teeth.

“You brought a bomb—”

“Not exactly a bomb,” Myron corrected quietly.

“Just some chemicals.”

His face, lit by dancing flames, was carved with cold hatred.

Macauley froze. Just a heartbeat—but it was long enough.

Myron drew the same knife he’d used to free Ari.

“What are you going to do?!” Macauley screamed, fear lacing every word.

Without warning, Myron drove the knife through Macauley’s hand, pinning it viciously to the floor.

Macauley tried to wrench free, only for Myron to stomp on his other hand. The sickening crunch of bone echoed through the chaos.

“Ah! Myron! I will kill you! I will tear you apart!” Macauley howled, writhing in agony.

Myron didn’t flinch.

With precise force, he kicked a burning pillar, watching it teeter ominously above Macauley—then, with a thunderous crash, it fell, burying him beneath smoldering debris. Blood and screams mingled as Macauley was rendered completely immobile.

More 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝓲𝓷 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Myron turned and moved back to Millie and Ari. He gently lowered Ari’s hands from her ears.

“It’s all right now, Ari,” he whispered, his voice a balm amid the chaos.

“You don’t need to be afraid.”

“My… Mom… Save Mom…” Ari sobbed, clutching at him.

Pain speared through Myron’s shoulder as he lifted Millie into his arms. The temporary bandage tore open, and blood seeped freely onto the floor. He clenched his teeth as his vision blurred.

“Dad…” Ari’s cry sharpened, her small body trembling.

Myron steadied himself, ignoring the agony. His gaze softened as he looked down at Millie. She lay unconscious, blood matted in her hair, her head pressed against his chest.

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