Chapter 628 Seek His Own Redemption
Darell didn’t flinch, no matter how many punches landed.
Losing here meant giving up something more important than his own life.
“What the …
Theo froze.
He wasn’t trying to kill Darell, but the guy acted like he couldn’t even feel the hits.
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Theo had pulled his punches at first, but Darell never lifted a hand to defend himself—he just took every punch square in the face.
As an actor, his looks should have been the one thing he protected most. So how could he stand there and let his face get wrecked without even blinking?
Tilda’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous light flickering in her gaze. “Darell, trying to get yourself killed? You think I’ll go easy on you?
I can’t just kill him out in the open–that would stir up too much trouble.
But there are plenty of ways to make him suffer in private. Does he really think he can push me this far and walk away untouched?
In the end, his biggest mistake–both then and now–was trusting Kyla in that final moment, leaving me to die in the fire. He never even looked back.
If he keeps pushing, I won’t hesitate to leave him half–dead.
Blood blurred Darell’s sight. His right eye was swollen shut, and with the left, he fixed a single gaze on Tilda. “No, Tilda … my gut says if I let go now, there’s no turning back.”
His grip on her arm tightened. He couldn’t let go,
“No turning back? You love using that line. There was never any turning back!
“And no matter what you say, I’ll never forgive the Jensons. If you’re here to beg me to visit Justin in the hospital like Russell did, forget it. Justin isn’t Blair, hiding behind some delusion.
“If I went to see him and said even one harsh word, he’d sink deeper into depression. Do you really think that would cure him? One wrong thought and he might actually end his life. Then you’d only have photos left to remember him by.”
Tilda’s cutting words sliced through Darell’s hand like knives. The pain was nearly unbearable.
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Chapter 628 Seek His Own Redemption
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He didn’t even know why he was still holding on. In more than 20 years of life, he had never felt this desperate.
He had taken hit after hit, his face beaten and swollen. His looks were his biggest asset, yet he was willing to risk it all just to hang on.
Her words left him breathless, but his arm never moved.
Why am I doing this?
Then it hit him–the dream from last night. That hazy vision returned, showing him an ending in another world.
“Tilda… do you remember the first time we met? I told you about this long, strange dream?


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