Chapter 133: A Gut‑Wrenching Scream

In the gazebo, the light glowed soft and dim. Angela had a beautiful face, gentle and tender; when she smiled, she bloomed like the brightest flower of spring, radiant and warm. She held a paring knife in one hand and an apple in the other, peeling it in slow, even spirals. Beside her sat a middle-aged man. Even seated, he looked tall and powerfully built. A thick beard shadowed his square face. Powerfully built, he carried himself with a tiger's fierce authority. Yet in that moment, his expression...