Chapter 832

With no more tears to cry, Mayra stood with her hand on the wall as her legs felt weak. She placed the unfinished food into the fridge. She felt like a coward because she couldn't think of a way to face Gordon. In the bathroom, she repeatedly washed the spots on her body that Anderson had touched until her skin broke. Still, she seemed oblivious to the pain and left the bathroom after washing herself for over an hour. It was destined to be a sleepless night. Mayra slept with unease. Despite Merle's death, she was still haunted by nightmares. Drenched in sweat, she opened her eyes abruptly. The lights by her bed were left on, and she reached out to turn on all the lights in her room. Troubled by her thoughts, her heart was racing with panic. She could not compose herself. She dreamt of Merle crawling out of the spot where he was buried and coming to her for revenge as a vengeful spirit. She glanced at the clock and noticed it was only 1:30 am. … Meanwhile, Gordon had