#Chapter 231: Her Only Salvation

My breath caught in my throat as shock paralyzed me, watching the screams die on her lips as she stared up in shock. The sight of Bruce, his features twisted with a mix of horror and regret, sent a shiver down my spine. “What have you done?” I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper, my mind reeling from the suddenness and brutality of the act. Bruce stood there, aghast at his own actions, his hands shaking as he stared at Stella’s prone form on the ground. Guilt and remorse etched lines of anguish on his face, a stark contrast to the violence he had just committed. The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with the weight of what had transpired. The silence that followed was punctuated only by the sound of ragged breaths and the distant wail of sirens. I was frozen in shock and horror, my mind struggling to process the gruesome scene unfolding before me. It was getting to a point where I couldn’t stomach the violence. Stella lay on the floor, her cries of pain pierci