Chapter 857 Not Here to Visit but to Beg for Mercy

The pain in my belly spread like wildfire. It had been ages since I felt the bite of a blade, yet the sensation was eerily familiar. Yara's strikes had been way harsher, of course. That kind of agony would stick with you for life, impossible to shake off. It was the memories that haunted me, making every ache feel ten times worse. I lay there, my body rigid and cold as ice. I stared into Alice's venomous eyes, my mind racing with questions. How on earth did she manage to worm her way into the Scotts' place? Out of nowhere, Alice's piercing scream cut through the haze. Then, out of the blue, I was scooped up into a warm embrace. For a second, I thought I was dreaming. After all, it felt like I had not really been awake in ages. Ever since I got back from the border, I had been a ghost of myself—hopeless, skittish, and numb to the world. I was just going through the motions. When I came to, I was in a hospital bed with Gregory standing over me. As soon as he saw my eyes open, he rush