Chapter 1430: Chapter 1430

Chapter 1430:

Harlee curled her lip as she added, “You don’t have the right to grieve for Nicola. So, this tombstone is fake. And that small house? Also fake.”

With those words, Harlee stood and strode toward the man holding the wolf dogs, not looking back.

“Rhys, let’s head home.”

“The antidote…”

Rhys’ brow creased.

Harlee grasped his arm, and her smile slowly reappeared.

“People often reveal truths on the brink of death, especially under circumstances I arrange. The antidote is secure.”

She had complete confidence in her plan.

“Alright, let’s go home.”

Rhys let go of the wolf dogs’ leash and gestured for Thiago and Jianna to leave. Moments later, he heard the sound of Lucius being torn apart by the wolf dogs behind them. In the end, Lucius met his end at the jaws of Rhys’ wolf dogs, and it had nothing to do with Harlee directly.

As the grim sounds continued, Harlee did not look back. She gazed at Rhys with appreciation, a smile twinkling in her eyes.

“Rhys, thank you.”

Rhys had taken on the grim task of ending Lucius’ life for her, though Lucius’ fate had been sealed by the gunshots. However, she wasn’t the one who had actually killed him.

After leaving the fake grave, the sun shone intensely bright.

Harlee glanced upward, squinting against the brilliant sunlight, and instinctively shielded her eyes with her hand. Though only a few hours had passed, it seemed like an eternity.

Lucius’ body was buried close to the fake grave. Harlee couldn’t bring herself to leave him unburied.

Thiago recounted that as the wolf dogs attacked Lucius’ thigh, he had been crawling on the ground, his palms raw and bleeding, struggling to drag himself forward painfully. Moved by the sight, Thiago pulled the wolf dogs away.

Lucius continued to crawl forward, his movements desperate and humble, his eyes locked on the doll by the tombstone, dragging his incapacitated body inch by inch. He was nearly there…

Lucius’ bloodshot eyes fixated on the doll, but he could crawl no further. His gaze dimmed, and his head dropped heavily to the dirt. In the end, he passed without hearing Nicola’s voice one last time.

As Thiago delivered his account, Harlee stood motionless, her gaze fixed on the soil, her expression devoid of joy or sorrow. After a prolonged silence, a soft laugh escaped her, tinged with mockery and perhaps something more.

“Harlee…”

Thiago interjected with concern.

Harlee looked up at him, her voice filled with weight.

“I’m fine. You go ahead and handle things.”

Thiago paused, only moving away when he saw Rhys emerge from the washroom, reassured by Rhys’ presence.

“Alright.”

Thiago swiftly departed, leaving them alone.

Rhys, having just exited the washroom and observed this exchange, approached and enveloped Harlee in a firm embrace.

Harlee hesitated for a moment before raising her arms to encircle his waist, pressing her face into his chest, her hands shaking uncontrollably.

“He’s dead.”

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