Chapter 330

When Evelyn and Julian stepped into the room, Nathaniel, who'd been lying there staring blankly at the ceiling, suddenly snapped. His eyes locked onto Evelyn like a predator spotting prey, burning with endless fury. If he weren't strapped down, he'd have lunged at her without a second thought and wrung her neck. Nathaniel's face twisted with rage, veins bulging on his forehead and hands as he fought against the restraints tied around his limbs. He roared in frustration, yanking with everything he had, but it was useless. No matter how much he struggled, he was still tightly bound, like an animal waiting for the knife. Evelyn looked at him with a kind of distant amusement, almost like looking at a reflection of her past self. She knew that feeling too well—the searing anger, the wild urge to rip Nathaniel to shreds, to tear his skin open and watch him bleed. Still, that rage had always been laced with helpless despair. Back then, she had no way out. She could only stand there and watch