The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 668

“Shut up!”

The command sliced through the air, its sharpness palpable.

“Harrance, you need to see the truth! Lily only noticed you after you outshone her. Her interest lies solely in your wealth and power, not in you as a person. It wasn’t until you bested her in that college entrance exam that she even acknowledged your existence! She never loved you! What she loves is your fortune, your strength. Without those, she wouldn’t give you a second glance!”

“Clara!”

He could feel the tension in the room thickening, as if the very walls were closing in on him.

“Listen to me, Harrance! I’m the only one who has ever cherished you for who you truly are. I have waited for fifteen long years, loving you unconditionally, regardless of the circumstances. That woman is utterly heartless! If you were to die, she would not hesitate to remarry at the first opportunity! She wouldn’t lift a finger to save you! You need to wake up!”

As Clara’s voice trailed off, an unsettling silence enveloped them once more.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps pierced the stillness, sending a jolt of panic through Clara’s veins. She rushed to the door, her heart racing. “Harrance! The zombies are coming! Please, promise me you’ll survive! I can’t bear the thought of living without your love!”

“Clara!”

The others in the room, sensing her desperation, tried to pull her back as she clawed at the barricaded door.

“Stop it!” Harrance shouted, his voice rising above the chaos.

Tears brimmed in Clara’s eyes as she locked onto his gaze, her voice trembling. “Harrance, you have to choose—Lily or me.”

Just as her words hung heavy in the air, a deafening crash echoed through the room.

The wooden door behind her flew open with a violent kick.

The sheer force sent Clara tumbling backward, her body colliding with the ground.

Everyone tensed, fear coursing through their veins. Harrance, who had been frozen in place, sprang into action, leaping forward to catch Clara before she could hit the floor.

“Clara!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with urgency.

“Harrance, the zombies are coming! We’re all going to die! You have to tell me who you choose!”

“Clara, please stop. I choose you. You will not die!”

His words were fierce and protective, as he enveloped her in his arms, flames flickering around him, igniting a fierce determination to confront whatever threat lay ahead.

But when he finally looked up, it wasn’t the undead that surged toward them.

Instead, a squad of armed humans stormed in, weapons drawn, with a woman clad in a down jacket leading the charge.

Her leg was still poised in a kicking stance as she nonchalantly retracted it, her gaze fixed on the scene before her with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

He quickly released Clara, but the moment he did, she let out a small whimper, clutching her waist in pain. “Harrance, I think I hurt my back.”

“What’s wrong?” Harrance’s concern deepened, etched across his features.

“I can’t walk,” Clara replied, her voice small and vulnerable, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

Without a second thought, Harrance scooped her up once more, holding her close against him.

“Everyone, we need to get out of here first,” he declared, determination lacing his words.

He began to carry her toward the exit, his heart racing with both urgency and protectiveness.

Theresa lingered at the doorway, her gaze cold and calculating as she observed their interaction.

As they passed by her, Clara shot a glare filled with animosity, suspicion, and a flicker of jealousy.

Theresa merely raised an eyebrow, her expression inscrutable. She was not one to meddle in personal affairs, especially not at this moment.

Instead, she took note of Clara’s character—a true pretender, hiding behind a facade of vulnerability.

Her eyes swept across the room, landing on the four or five others who remained inside, their faces a mix of confusion and hope.