Chapter 1287: Chapter 1287

Chapter 1287:

“Damn…” Rhys was taken aback. Lost in his thoughts about Harlee, he hadn’t realized Noel was standing behind him.

Soon, Rhys regained his calm. “Is there something you need from me?” he asked.

Noel nodded but then hesitated, shaking his head. “It’s really late. We can talk tomorrow.”

Rhys gave him a stern look. “We need to talk now.”

With that, Rhys walked into his tent, not looking back. He was confident Noel understood what he meant.

Noel wondered whether Rhys was suggesting they share the tent for the night. He sensed Rhys was agitated by something again.

Taken aback yet curious, Noel followed Rhys, recognizing that they needed to clear the air. After all, they had once been close friends…

Harlee stepped into Tania’s tent. “Tania, are you still awake?”

Cautious not to wake Tania, Harlee opted not to switch on the light. Observing movement on the bed, she asked, “Were you waiting up for me?”

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Tania, groggy, flicked on the bedside lamp. “Yes, I was waiting. It’s been two years. You must have much to discuss.”

Her mind set on Tonya’s history, Harlee approached the bed and took Tania’s hand without noticing anything amiss. “Your hand is very cold. Why is that?”

With a stoic expression, Tania replied, “I couldn’t sleep and just walked outside for a bit.”

Surprised by Tania’s late-night wanderings, Harlee reassured her, “Don’t worry. I remember everything the Clifford family did. Those who acted mercilessly will not meet a peaceful end.”

Harlee’s resolve was firm, especially when it came to those who had harmed Tania. Touching the scars on Tania’s body, Harlee expressed her sorrow, “Tonya, did you reincarnate into this body after Tania received these scars?”

“Yes,” Tania answered. “One of the Clifford’s henchmen did this. He tried to assault me, and when I fought back, he beat me like this.”

“Were you very weak at that time?” Harlee continued, unknowing. “Why didn’t you escape if you couldn’t defend yourself?”

Tania looked directly at her and said, “I only entered this body after its original owner was beaten to death.”

“Beaten to death?” Harlee abruptly sat upright.

Tania also sat up and explained further, “At that time, I didn’t realize I had been reborn. I tried to fight, but I had no strength. Eventually, that man broke one of my ribs.”

“After he broke my rib, he ripped off my clothes. His filthy hands moved over my body, and in the end, he took me by force… I was overwhelmed with despair,” Tania murmured to herself, recalling the scene. Her eyes were vacant.

Harlee, her face stern, stood up from the bed.

“Harlee, where are you going?” Tania panicked and quickly stood to stop Harlee just as she was about to leave the tent.

“I’m going to kill the rapist.” Harlee shrugged off Tania’s grip, her face drained of color. “He won’t escape punishment.”

With these words, Harlee seized a dagger and dashed outside, determined to eliminate the Clifford’s henchman.

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