Chapter 743

Willow's eyes widened abruptly. It felt like a brutal blow to her head, leaving her mind blank for a split second. Then, from the depths of that emptiness, long-buried memories surged forward—memories of terror she had tried so hard to forget. The dark, gaping muzzle of a gun. Eyes filled with malice and madness. Children battered and bruised in a den of wolves. And that desperate, life-or-death tumble down the mountainside. "You're—" Her voice came out hoarse, disbelieving. "You're... Xaviar!" "Indeed." The man's voice was low, rough, and icy—yet laced with a sickeningly tender tone, as if whispering sweet nothings to a lover. "Willow, you finally remember me. All these years, not a single moment has passed where I forgot what you and Aiden did to me. Tell me... how should I repay you?" Willow clenched her fists, only to realize her entire body was trembling uncontrollably. Xaviar! How could it be Xaviar?! How could Henry Larson possibly be Xaviar?! Back on Great Green Mountain, hadn’