Chapter 612

"Is… is it true? Zach is still alive?" I stammered. Quentin nodded firmly. "I swear, Zach is safe. Murphy wouldn't harm him so easily—he still needs him to threaten you and Mr. Grayson." Hearing this, my tightly wound nerves eased slightly, and the heavy weight on my heart lifted just a little. But as my eyes fell on the bloodied sight before me, dread crept back in. The severed, blood-soaked head unmistakably belonged to a child. If it wasn't Zachary, then whose innocent child was it? My heart twisted in agony as rage bubbled with me. Murphy was a monster. To harm the innocent with such cruelty—he had lost every shred of humanity. Breathing heavily, Ethan struggled to suppress his seething fury. "Murphy, I'll kill you!" he roared. Breaking free of Quentin's hold, he stormed forward and grabbed Murphy by the collar. He threw a punch so powerful that the sound of bone cracking echoed in the air. Murphy cried out in pain. His body was flung several feet away, his face a blood