The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning (Madelyn) novel Chapter 921

Fred continued thinking, 'She has a bad memory, after all. She'll forget everything that happened.'

However, this time, he had overestimated himself and underestimated the importance of that photo to Mya.

Riley went upstairs and knocked on the door. When he entered the room, he saw Fred wearing a bathrobe looking gloomy. He suppressed his voice and reported, "Mr. Turner, he's here."

The villa occupied half of the prison area. It was very late now.

Fred glanced at the dark corridor. He decided to keep walking.

He then went to the dark, damp prison. Luke was awakened by a bone-chilling bucket of cold water. He immediately saw Fred sitting in a chair and asked, "Where am I? Why'd you guys bring me here? Who the hell are you people?"

Fred took the long whip from Riley and lashed it at Luke without any hesitation. Luke then let out a horrifying scream in the enclosed prison.

With each lash that Fred made, it was as if he was venting his anger.

Mya's hysterical yell, expressing her intense resistance and disgust toward him, echoed in his mind, 'I don't like you anymore. I hate you!'

Fred wondered when he had started caring about Mya's feelings, as she was someone whom he did not consider important.

An hour and a half later, the sky was already bright, and the snow had stopped falling.

When Fred had finished venting, Luke, who was tied to a stake, could no longer make any sound. And his blood was all over the floor.

Fred ordered, "Don't let him die so easily."

"Okay."

When Fred left the prison and returned to the villa, a maid suddenly rushed over and said, "Mr. Turner, it's bad. Ms. Harper is missing."

Fred remained cold and stern, "Find her then!" As he spoke, he strode into the living room.

He was frowning as he walked in the corridor. When he arrived at the secondary bedroom, the door was still open. In just an hour and a half, Mya's smell that filled this room had completely dissipated. The room was now only filled with chilling air.

Mya's words echoed in his mind again, 'Fred, I'm hungry.

'Fred, I want to eat this!

'Fred, why isn't your place heated? I'm so cold sleeping at night.'

He thought, 'Her smile was sweet and innocent. She was never afraid of me. She treated me like an ordinary person.'

Fred looked in another direction. His eyes turned cold again when he saw the corner of the torn picture on the ground. After that, he walked to the master bedroom.

He pondered, 'When did I start caring about a mere pet's feelings?! But then again, even if I were just raising a dog, there'd be emotions involved.'