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Chapter 793:
June looked at her. There was nothing in her eyes—no anger, no satisfaction, no pity. Only absolute, total contempt. She didn’t respond. To her, Alycia was already gone. A footnote. The last line of a chapter she had already closed.
The agents dragged Alycia away, her screaming carrying through the fog until the van door slammed shut and swallowed it entirely. The sound faded into the distance, replaced by nothing but the quiet movement of wind through the trees.
Easton drew a clean white silk handkerchief from his suit pocket and carefully wiped his hands—the hands that had just broken a woman’s arm. Then he dropped the handkerchief into the mud, his jaw tightening with something close to disgust.
He turned to June, and his entire demeanor changed in an instant. The cold, lethal predator was gone, replaced by the soft, gentle man who had held her through her worst nightmares. He reached out and brushed a strand of wind-tousled hair from her face, his touch light as a feather.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice low and full of concern, his eyes scanning her from head to toe for any sign of injury.
June shook her head. She stared at the empty driveway where the police vans had been, at the scattered papers blowing in the wind, at the broken fountain where Alycia had hidden. For ten years, this moment had been the only thing she had lived for. She had imagined it a thousand times: the rage, the triumph, the screaming, the tears. But now that it was here, there was nothing. No joy, no anger, no relief. Just a vast, hollow emptiness, as though someone had reached inside her chest and ripped out her heart.
“I’m fine,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I’m tired. I’m so tired p>
Easton nodded. He took the umbrella from her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to his side. He tilted the umbrella so that it covered them both completely, shielding her from the cold rain.
“Then let’s go home,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “The rest is just paperwork. I’ll handle all of it. You don’t have to think about any of this ever again p>
They walked side by side to the Maybach, their steps slow and steady. Neither of them looked back at the crumbling Beasley Manor, at the ruins of the family that had destroyed hers. Easton opened the passenger door for June and helped her in, then closed it gently behind her. He walked around to the driver’s side and slid behind the wheel. The engine purred to life, and the car pulled slowly away from the estate. The tires rolled over the shard of broken glass Alycia had dropped, crushing it into fine, unrecognizable powder.
𝘉е 𝘵𝗵e 𝗳𝗶r𝘴𝘵 tо 𝗋е𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝘯 ѕ.𝖼o𝗆