PopularNovelChapter 1635: "My God," she breathed, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief. "What is she doing? Why is she still performing? Shouldn't she be... down?" Rebecca stood by the window, watching the chaos unfold in a way she never could have predicted. Everything was slipping through her fingers, unraveling faster than she could grasp—a feeling so overwhelming it left her breathless. She pounded on the glass, her voice raw with desperation. “Damn you, Elyse! What do you think you're doing? You're tearing everything apart!" Her screams rang out, cracking under the weight of her anguish. "Stop! Stop playing!" But her pleas were useless. Elyse wouldn't stop. She couldn't. That melody-haunting, defiant—wasn't just music. It was a cry for justice, a scream for all the innocent lives stolen too soon.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRebecca could hear it, feel it twisting through the air like a blade. But to her, it wasn't a song of defiance—it was the death knell of her carefully laid plans. Every note crushed her chest, suffocating her under its weight. "Rebecca? What's the matter? Why are you crying? Are you okay?" Esteban quickly moved to her side, his voice full of worry.
Rebecca spun around, startled, and gently touched her cheek. Her fingertips caway wet.
She stared at her open palm, the truth laid bare. She was indeed crying.
Your imagination starts at g V In σ vs.conn Esteban's voice cut through her daze. "What are you crying about?" Rebecca barely heard him. She murmured, almost to herself, "Why... why am I crying?" Her brows knit together. "I've never shed a tear in my life. This is the first time... but why?" Esteban studied her, an unreadable expression crossing his face. "Are you crying for our people?" Rebecca, still grappling with the shock of her own tears, struggled to make sense of his words. "For... our people?" Esteban nodded, stepping toward the window and sweeping his hand toward the devastation below.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Aren't you mourning for them? Children robbed of their parents, the elderly left to grieve their lost children. Friends bury friends, lovers are torn apart. I saw a man cradling his own severed arm, sobbing, waiting for the end. Others trampled underfoot, their faces frozen in agony." His gaze sharpened, his tone edged with steel. "Rebecca, do you truly feel nothing for these people?" Rebecca wiped away the last traces of her tears with practiced grace. "Of course, I do. This was meant to be a celebration of peace, and Manfek turned it into a massacre. Our people have suffered an unspeakable betrayal." Her voice darkened. "But make no mistake-Manfek will pay. I will strike back. Every soul lost in this atrocity will be avenged."
With a firm squeeze of Esteban's shoulder, she turned on her heel.
"Hold on." Esteban's voice remained steady, unreadable. We weren't done talking. Where are you headed?"
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