Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

James kicked the doctor so hard he flew backward. “No! Evelyn was strong. She couldn’t just… she couldn’t!”

But the guilt was already crashing down on him. She had lost a daughter, then knelt in the rain at the funeral.

The next day, she’d forced herself to go to Vicky’s party, only to be pierced by eighty-one spikes and watch her

daughters’ mementos burn.

Today, he’d let them carve out her heart’s blood. She’d bled without stopping for a second, and he’d pretended not to

notice, telling himself she’d be fine because she was strong. Even when she said she was going to die, he didn’t believe

her.

He had never regretted anything so deeply. Never felt pain like this.

He thought of her innocent smile, the way she used to look at him. How she’d cry in secret when he treated her

unfairly, how she’d stay up all night worrying when he was hurt.

And now, that woman would never feel anything for him again. His heart sank like a stone in ice water. He hadn’t

even felt this much when Vicky was lying unconscious.

He grabbed Evelyn’s hand, “Evelyn, Evelyn, you’re playing a trick on me, aren’t you? You’re mad because I hurt you, right? Wake up. I’ll apologize. I’ll do anything. Just wake up. I was wrong. I was so wrong.”

His tears fell on her cooling face. No one would wipe them away for him anymore.

and Evelyn had died

The door creaked open. Vicky, supported by a servant, walked in slowly. The moment from having her heart’s blood taken, she’d miraculously recovered. She hid her delight behind a tew heavy coughs and

arranged her face into a mask of sorrow.

James, I’m so sorry. I know how much you cared about her, but…”

She didn’t finish. James’s eyes were bloodshot as he turned on her. “How are you awake?”

Vicky moved closer. “I don’t know. Maybe coughing up those clots of blood got rid of the curse.”

But James saw no joy in her recovery. He shoved her aside and grabbed the psychic by the collar “Explain this. You

said only heart’s blood could cure her. She didn’t even drink it, and she woke up. Did you lie to me?”

it’s…”

The psychic was trembling so hard he could barely stand. He looked at Vicky in pure terror 1 I don’t know. Maybe

Before he could finish, James drew his knife and sliced off the hand the man had used to hold the blade Blond

sprayed across Vicky’s face. Before she could even register her shock, the man was screaming

“Mercy, sir, please! Miss Vicky, save mel

Vicky forced herself to stay calm. “James, he’s not a very skilled, but he was only trying to help me Don’t be so angry

People will talk.”

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But James’s gaze was fixed on her, cold and suspicious. “You’re defending the man who killed your sister? Or was this

all some scheme you set up with him?”

The room went silent.

Vicky’s eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling with indignation. “James, how could you think that of me? When

you married me, you promised you’d never doubt me, no matter what.”

She was betting on his guilt, on his honor as a major general, on all the years they’d spent together. But this time.

she lost.

James’s fists clenched at his sides. “Lock him up in Ironmoor. Full interrogation. You don’t kill a major general’s wife

and walk away from it.”

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