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Anne who had been curling on the ground, enduring all of Isolde's tortures immediately stood up and darted towards Jack. However, Isolde's lycan subordinates blocked her.
Meanwhile, Jack began to fall. He saw the blue sky blurry before finally falling into the sand.
AWOOO…
Anne again howled in agony. People could hear the pain and devastation in her voice. The next second, she roared in anger and stabbed the neck of the lycan in front of her with her sharp claws. She then ran towards Jack but due to severe injuries and loss of blood, she fell.
Finally, she crawled on the sand, approaching Jack who was a meter in front of her.
She nudged Jack's head repeatedly with her muzzle while making a whimpering sound, begging the man to get up, but no matter how much she tried, the man still wouldn't wake up.
Realizing that her husband was dead, Anne crawled closer and rested her head on the man's chest. Her eyes were closed and the tears kept flowing non-stop.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Aw, so touching," said Isolde walking over and standing next to Anne and Jack.
"Don't worry, I'm not so evil that I would have the heart to separate a couple who love each other." She raised her sword high and smirked. "Therefore, go to the afterlife with your husband!"
STAB!!
Isolde stabbed Anne in the back and killed her. Blood seeped out from the wound and immediately created a pool of blood under her body.
Isolde drew her sword and burst out laughing like a maniac, feeling very satisfied that she had vented all the anger of her envy on Anne.
"Uncle Jack… Aunt Anne…" Leland mumbled quietly and tears welled up in his eyes. He almost forgot to breathe when he witnessed what happened to Anne and Jack. This was truly the saddest day of his life. It was comparable to the day when he lost his unborn children. There was nothing... nothing in this world that could make up for this pain.
He wished Isolde was not dead so easily. He should have prevented Elias from killing his mother back then. He should have tortured and then killed Isolde exactly how she had tortured and killed Anne and Jack. That was probably the only way he could have his anger quelled.
Leland closed his eyes. He had had enough. Now he really knew that behind the deaths of Sophie's parents was truly his own mother. He didn't know how he could be born from that crazy and vicious woman's womb. He would rather that he was never born than call Isolde his mother.
"Stop it," Leland growled. He didn't want to witness longer, how his mother laughed out loud and wiped her tears of happiness, seeing Anne's and Jack's lifeless bodies.
All his questions were finally answered but at the same time, he felt very sad to know the end of the life of the two people who had saved his life and given him all the warmth of a family.
When he was sick and injured, Anne took care of him and worried about him while his own mother wouldn't care if he lived or died.
In Jack's figure, he saw the figure of a man who protected his family in every way he could. A man who loved his wife and children very much and would do everything he could to make his family smile.
Leland saw his own father as distant and cold. This was something he took after, he couldn't help it. He was not a warm and cheerful man like Jack, but he tried his best to show his affection to his mate and his children.
For him, Jack was a role model. Even though he knew could never be as good as Jack, Leland hoped that he could always make his family happy as Jack did.
The toneglyph had returned to its original state. It hovered above Eloise's hand and then fell down to her open palm. She quickly closed her palm and put the toneglyph back in her pocket. She didn't like seeing the sight too. She was glad it now had ended.
Eloise was especially bothered by Isolde's crazy behavior and wondered why her mother could be best friends with that woman. She suspected Isolde was not this bad when she was younger and started her friendship with Elaine.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFrom her mother's story, Eloise heard that when they were younger, Isolde and Elaine were doing many things together and they went on adventures to seek power and alliances. Isolde might change this drastically because of her unrequited love.
This thought made Eloise shiver. She didn't want to be crazy and did stupid things just because she loved a man. She would still be smart and calculating. Unlike Isolde.
She didn't need to kill people to get what she wanted. And she wanted Leland.
No... she didn't need to kill Sophie or his children. She needed them alive. See? She was smart. Unlike Isolde.
Eloise turned to the side to ask Leland, what he wanted to do now that he already found out the truth. Eloise's forehead winced when she saw the man looking down, with his eyes closed and tears dropped to the ground one by one.
Ugh... Eloise, when she saw Leland crying, felt increasingly disgusted with all things related to Sophie.
The tears also confirmed to her just how much Leland loved Sophie's parents. So, not only Sophie, but he loved her family too... Tch!
The betrothal between her and Leland failed because of Sophie, Leland came here for Sophie, and he was now crying because of Sophie's parents.
SOPHIE, SOPHIE, SOPHIE! IT'S ALL ABOUT SOPHIE!
FUCK THAT WOMAN!
Eloise quietly rolled her eyes in disgust. She really hated that woman named Sophie but, for the umpteenth time, she had to hide her feelings in front of Leland.
She didn't say anything for a while and gave the man time to calm down. She was wise enough to know she shouldn't bother a wounded animal, especially the grieving one.