Vengeful

Chapter 70

Suddenly, a smile tugged at the corner of Audrey's lips. The naturally cold and stunning features took on a touch of warmth with that smile.

But the next moment, Audrey's expression turned icy and indifferent as she looked at Dylan, her voice cold and aloof as she said, "Dylan, do you know why you couldn't find anything in these seven years?"

Dylan's body trembled slightly, and his eyes contracted at Audrey's words.

Audrey said, "I'm sure you can hardly imagine how a woman who was nearly assaulted 13 times, suffered 68 fractures all over her body, was slammed against walls 39 times, had her hands and feet bones severely fractured eight times, and sustained a total of 118 wounds across her body, including severe internal bleeding that almost cost her life and the life of her unborn child due to abuse in a men's prison, could be so fragile. That's why she gave up her own life and also gave up the child that belonged to you all!"This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Audrey's calm voice sounded as if she were merely talking about what she had for dinner today. However, to Dylan, it felt like each word was suffocatingly painful, leaving him unable to breathe. His face turned pale, and he swayed slightly, almost unable to stand on his own.

The sharp, stabbing pain overwhelmed him, almost suffocating him.

His eyes turned crimson because of Audrey's words, and his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

At that time, Audrey must have been so desperate to give up her life and their child.

Audrey continued as if she hadn't noticed Dylan's pain, indifferent. "Look, because Audrey fell in love with you, she ended up like this. Even if she were still alive, do you think she would still want to be with you?

"No, the moment Audrey was imprisoned, she didn't want you anymore!'

"She doesn't want you anymore!"

"She doesn't want you anymore!"

"She doesn't want you anymore!"

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It seemed like something in Dylan's mind completely collapsed.

After a while, Dylan suppressed his voice and asked hoarsely, "What if I give everything back to you? Can you love me again?"

Dylan's plea was filled with despair, yet it carried a desperate gamble. He had never begged like this before, his voice so low and submissive.

Such a demeanor from Dylan made Audrey feel even more repulsed, increasing her impatience and resistance. Even her voice turned colder and more disdainful as she sneered, "Dylan, I'm not. her. Even if you die, it has nothing to do with me. If you want to use your life to repay her, I'll gladly accept it for her!"

Audrey didn't even look at Dylan again. Her slender, cold figure turned and left, but her mind was somewhat restless because of Dylan's appearance and the words she had blurted out earlier. Her brows furrowed tightly, and her aura seemed low and aggressive.

Clearly, she wasn't the real Audrey.

Yet every time, she could feel pain because of Dylan's suffering and grew increasingly irritated and impatient with his humility.

She couldn't understand the source of this inexplicable emotion.

A clear voice came from behind her. "Isn't it a bit cruel to treat him like this? Although I'm happy to

see a rival defeated!"

Danny appeared behind Audrey, his tone relaxed and leisurely. A faint smile played on his handsome, charmingly face.

Audrey's demeanor exuded a cold, oppressive aura. Her fierce eyes glanced at Danny, making him quickly raise his hands in mock surrender.

"I surrender," he said to Audrey, feigning defeat.

"Is everything resolved?" Audrey asked.

Audrey suppressed her restlessness, returning to her cold and ruthless demeanor when she looked at Danny.

"Wait and see, I'll give you a good show later. Don't worry, you'll be satisfied!" Danny suddenly chuckled, as if he had just thought of something fun, his handsome face full of pride.

Audrey said nothing more and turned away.

Dylan didn't know how long he stood there motionless.

In the darkness, a tall and imposing figure stood desolate and lonely. His entire presence was shrouded in a suffocating gloom, exuding an aura of despair

Only the crimson in his eyes and the profound sorrow and pain deep within them revealed Dylan's intense agony.

This pain was worse than being skinned alive. It felt as though his heart was being torn apart. Suddenly, a voice of displeasure came from behind him.

"Pathetic fool! What on earth is so special about that woman that she's worth you humbling yourself like this?' Claire said.

Hearing that voice, Dylan suddenly turned around and smiled bitterly. The pale and hopeless face now carried a bitter and ironic smile, his eyes crimson. For the first time, the dignified and elegant man revealed a disheveled appearance in front of his mother.

That kind of Dylan made Claire even more displeased, frowning. Through Dylan, it seemed as if she saw the image of another person driven insane by pain.

Her eyes flashed with crazy hatred and resentment.

"Are you satisfied now?" Dylan responded coldly, his voice laced with menace, "You took advantage of my severe injuries to forcibly erase and alter my memories, making me personally send the woman I love most into hell. Are you satisfied now, Mother?"

Dylan's cold, crimson eyes stared at Claire, filled with hatred, disgust, and indifference, but there was no trace of the respect and affection a son should have for his mother.

Being stared at by her own son like that, Claire felt an inexplicable tightening in her heart. The next second, she snarled viciously, "Dylan, that woman nearly killed your mother. Don't forget. She doesn't deserve you. I don't know what kind of spell she cast on you to make you love her so deeply!"

Dylan suddenly let out a cold laugh, his entire demeanor shifting. He seemed like a demon emerging from the depths of hell, his dark eyes glaring at Claire with a probing intensity.

"I think you're just jealous. Are you jealous that she received all my love, or are you jealous of her mother?" Dylan asked.

Claire's eyes contracted, and her fierce expression turned pale in an instant.

Claire said, "What... What nonsense are you talking about?"

Dylan just looked at Claire coldly, his voice cold and cruel, 'You know exactly what I'm talking about. If you want to live peacefully as Mrs. Clifford, I suggest you stay away from her. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I'll do to you next time, even if you are my mother! In your heart, I'm just a

tool for your use!"

Dylan's attitude made Claire even angrier. The gentle and graceful demeanor of a noble lady should have was nowhere to be found at this moment, replaced only by ferocity and venom. Claire said, "Dylan, are you really going to fall out with me for a woman? I am your mother!" Dylan gave a cold smile, looking at Claire's twisted face with self-mockery.

"If you weren't my mother, you would already be a corpse. So, I advise you not to touch her, or I can't guarantee that I won't kill you! Besides, in your heart, I'm nothing but a tool for you to use!" Dylan said.

With that, Dylan turned and walked away indifferently, leaving Claire behind.