Chapter 1200: The Bleeding Butterfly Tattoo

Looking around, he found no signs of anyone else entering the iron cell, and Declan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his gaze back to the bound woman. His eyes were filled with complex emotions that Pearl had never seen in her father before: affection, resentment, anticipation, madness... all mixed together. "After all these years, you're still as heartless as ever. Do you know how much that hurts me?" As he spoke, he stepped closer to the woman, observing her up close. Long-term imprisonment had left her skin extremely pale in the lightless environment, with faint blue veins visible beneath the surface. Her disheveled long hair reached the ground, one side as black as ink, the other as white as snow. The stark contrast of black and white seemed to clash violently in his vision. Her tattered dress hung loosely on her body. With a slight tug of his finger, most of the neckline fell away. Her exposed back was so thin that only skin and bones remained, with her protru