Chapter 167 Bring Lucy Home
Lucy gazed at the woman on the ground, whose body barely moved. The woman was barely clinging to life, and her breathe were almost gone
But Lucy’s fury hadn’t subsided. To ensure the woman’s tendons could never be repaired, Lucy picked up a heary rock and smashed it down onto the woman’s hands and feet again
The dull impact of the stone mixed with the sickening crack of breaking bones. Her Simbs were reduced to a groure mess of shattered bone and mangled flesh, a sight too horific to describe
When it was over, Lucy straightened up, her hands drenched in blood. Crimson droplets slid from her fingertips, falling steadily to the ground.
“This is the punishment you deserve. Camila endured far worse than this, Lucy said coldly, her voice devoid of emotion. With that, she turned and walked away.
Lucy had just stepped out of the alley when she suddenly froze in place
At the entrance stood a man, his figure outlined by the light behind him, making it impossible to see his face clearly
Her heart sank as she realized he’d seen everything.
Lucy knew she couldn’t let the man leave alive. The thought had barely crossed her mind when she instinctively raised the knife in her hand.
The man noticed her movement and spoke abruptly, “It’s me.”
Lucy froze, her grip on the knife loosening as she slowly lowered it. “Sir?”
“Yeah,” Turner nodded, his eyes carrying a complexity that was hard to read.
Lucy stayed silent for a long moment, her voice hoarse when she finally spoke. “You saw everything.”
“I did.” Turner didn’t avoid her gaze, standing there quietly with an unreadable expression.
For a while, neither of them spoke. A cold breeze swept through the alley, brushing against Lucy’s face. The sharp, metallic scent of blood lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating.
Finally, Turner broke the silence. “Lucy, what you did is a crime.”
“Oh? Are you planning to call the cops on me?” Lucy shot back.
Turner met her eyes and sighed. “No.”
“Then get out of my way.” Lucy tried to push him aside, but his hand shot out, gripping her wrist with surprising strength. She couldn’t break free.
“Come with me,” Turner said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Lucy struggled. “Why should I go with you?”
Turner’s gaze didn’t waver. “Are you planning to walk back to school covered in blood?”
Lucy’s body stiffened slightly. She lowered her head and saw the bloodstains covering her clothes, glaringly vivid under the light.
She stopped resisting, allowing Turner to lead her to the car.
The car sped through the night, city neon lights flickering across the windows and casting a cold glow on Lucy’s detached face.
Turner brought Lucy back home again. He opened the door, stepped aside to let her in, and followed her inside, then shit the door behind them.
“Go freshen up,” Turner said, his voice calm and steady.
Lucy didn’t respond, heading straight into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of rushing water filled the air.
Turner settled into a chair by the floor–to–ceiling window, pouring himself a glass of red wine. He swirled the glass gently. the deep red liquid rippling with each motion.
He took slow sips, his gaze drifting to the city lights outside the window. But his thoughts were far from the nightscape before him.
Successfully unlocked!
After what felt like an eternity, the sound of water stopped Lucy emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a white bathrobe.
Her damp hair clung to the sides of her face, droplets sliding down the strands. Under the soft lighting, her skin looked almost luminous, her beauty carrying a quiet, cool allure.
Turner’s gaze intensified slightly as he took in her appearance, his eyes lingering on her longer than usual.
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“You know what, I didn’t just make her deaf and crippled. I made her blind and mute, and broke her tendons. Even the survives, she’ll be a useless shell–unable to see, speak, or hear” Lucy laughed, her voice cakegatas stored down her face.
She raised her hand and took a long swig of liquor. The strong alcohol burned her throat, flushing her face even vete Her body swayed unsteadily, her mind growing foggier with each passing second.
Turner quickly stepped forward to steady her, his hands firmly supporting her as she leaned heavily against him. Slumping against his chest, Lucy mumbled, her voice cracked, “But no matter what I do, Camila will never be the same again.
“Tell me, why is the world so unfair? Camila is such a good person. Why did she have to suffer so much? “You have no idea what she endured while living with the Jacksons those three years.
“During high school, she was buried in schoolwork, but still had to please those monsters from the Jackson family work part–time to pay for Owen’s tuition, and tutor me. Yet she still ranked first in her grade every year and won scholarships.” Turner had already looked into Camila’s past and knew how hard her life had been. But hearing Lucy sob as she relived it made his heart ache all over again.
“Lucy, please… crying won’t change anything. Everything will be fine,” he said softly, his voice tinged with worry Lucy shook her head, her tears falling faster. “No, they won’t. Camila is disabled now. She’ll never be okay again. “That’s why I’m going to make everyone who hurt her pay a hundredfold, a thousandfold. Camila is too kind–she couldn’t bring herself to do it. But I can. If the law won’t punish them, I will. I’ll make sure they suffer and never have peace.” Turner frowned. Lucy’s actions had already crossed the line into breaking the law. If caught, she’d be looking at jail time. “Lucy, you’re drunk. Stop drinking,” he said, snatching the bottle from her hands.
“Give it back!” Lucy snapped, her voice sharp and unsteady. “I don’t need you to tell me what to do Turner took a deep breath, keeping his patience. “Come on, Lucy. Stop this and go get some sleep.” But Lucy was too far gone, the alcohol clouding her judgment. She didn’t even register his words.
She grabbed Turner by the collar, her alcohol–laden breath hitting him square in the face. “Who do you think you are? I don’t even know your name. What gives you the right to boss me around?”
Turner met her gaze, his expression steady and serious. He spoke slowly and deliberately, “My name is Turner Howell Remember it.”
“Tuna…” Lucy mumbled, her eyes narrowing in confusion as she repeated the name, her tone tinged with disbelief. “Why Tuna? That’s a weird name. I don’t like tuna,” she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain.
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