Chapter 1172: Chapter 1172

Chapter 1172:

Deep down, she had already decided. She just needed the courage to follow through, to let go of the fragile hope she still clung to.

Harlee didn’t push for an answer. Instead, she stayed by Tonya’s side, sharing the quiet moment and the drinks. Some things could only be understood in one’s own time.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Harlee’s mind drifted to…

Memories of her past self—confident, unwavering, and certain that she and Rhys could rebuild what they had lost three years ago.

But now…

Glancing at Tonya’s grave expression, Harlee’s mind settled on one certainty: Rhys’ well-being outweighed all else.

“I get it now,” Tonya said softly, breaking the silence.

“Harlee, we really are best friends—our thoughts are always in sync.” With that, Tonya wrapped her arms around Harlee, holding her close.

“What can I say? We’ve been through everything together,” Harlee replied, returning the embrace.

Though Tonya hadn’t voiced it directly, Harlee knew the decision was made—Tonya would move on from her romantic entanglements with Ritchie.

Robbie watched from afar as the two friends held each other.

A single tear traced its way down his face. Thankfully, with Harlee anchoring them, their close-knit group—bound by years of shared battles and sacrifices—remained unbroken. The Shadow Moon Society thrived on an unspoken bond.

Even in silence, a glance or a slight nod spoke volumes about their choices.

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Robbie understood what Tonya had resolved. Pulling out his phone, he messaged Ritchie.

“Tonya’s letting go.

Hope you won’t regret your decision someday.”

Ritchie’s response came almost immediately.

“Regret isn’t avoidable.

But as long as she finds happiness, I’ll live with it.” Robbie shot back, “You’ve got that frustrating ‘I’m doing what’s best for you’ attitude again.”

“I know,” Ritchie replied.

Not far from the park, Ritchie maneuvered his wheelchair away, the sounds of the city fading behind him.

When the park was out of sight, Ritchie sent a final message.

“All I want is for her to have a chance at a better future without having to revolve around me because of the loss of my legs.” Reading those words, Robbie felt a pang of sorrow. Love, he thought, was rarely straightforward.

But as a friend, watching them suffer tugged at his heart.

Suddenly, a loud voice shattered his thoughts.

“Well, hello, pretty ladies! Mind some company?”

Robbie’s head snapped up as he turned on his flashlight, illuminating a group of men dressed in black, each armed and dangerous. In a heartbeat, he sprinted toward Harlee and Tonya, his voice cold and sharp.

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