Against Cruelty, She Grew Strong (by Anastasia Glover) novel Chapter 655

Even In Darkness, She Chose to Rise

Chapter 655 Turning The Tables

He was genuinely terrified terrified that his very existence might bring harm to Tammy.

Thank goodness…

Thank goodness it hadn’t come to that yet

Thank goodness…

Having narrowly escaped disaster, all that remained was a burning fury, raging for in his chest.

He never imagined John would push things this far.

He’d already walked away from the family empire, abandoned everything, taken nothing-and in return, his brother only grew bolder!

“What do we do with them?”

Tammy nudged one of the fallen men with her foot.

Terror filled every single one of their eyes.

They’d all witnessed that deadly kick-they could barely keep themselves from crossing their legs.

This insane woman! She actually dared!

“Out here in the middle of nowhere, if they die, we just dig a hole and bury ’em. Bit of a hassle, but nothing too crazy.”

Killing didn’t weigh on Tammy’s conscience. She hadn’t been raised in any normal, civilized society-she had no built-in restraints. The only reason she didn’t kill was simply because Tatiana had told her not to.

Murder is against the law-if you get caught, you go to prison.

Which really just meant: as long as nobody finds out, you’re good.

She was already running through scenarios in her head on how to get away with it.

Lucas held her back, “No need to get your hands dirty.”

Too many bodies. If they all died, covering it up would inevitably leave traces.

He didn’t want Tammy getting pulled into that mess.

“Leave this to me.”

Tammy gave up without a fight, “Fine”

She couldn’t be bothered anyway.

Lucas slowly turned his gaze toward John-and this time, his eyes weren’t gentle at all. They were razor- sharp.

Some things-even if you don’t fight for them, they’re still your fault.

If that’s the case, then fight he would!

In the final stretch of his life, a fierce determination suddenly ignited inside him.

After John was rushed to the hospital, they saved his life-but his manhood was gone for good. No different from a eunuch of old.

When John came to, he had no idea what had been taken from him. He was still screaming bloody murder, swearing he’d kill Lucas, causing chaos in the ward.

Then he felt the urge to pee, and a nurse helped him to the bathroom. The moment he saw the wound down there, he passed out cold.

When he woke again, Lucas was sitting right there by his bed, peeling an apple with infuriating calm. “Lucas! How dare you do this to me!”

He kept peeling, one eyebrow raised, “Do what to you?”

John couldn’t bring himself to say the rest, but his eyes were practically screaming murder.

“Don’t get too cocky! I will end you!”

Lucas suddenly smiled, “John, is it because you know I’m sick that you think you can push me around?”

“Care to guess the sentence for murder?”

“But you’re not dead!”

“When you poisoned him with your own hands-what were you feeling? Scared? Guilty? Or maybe excited? Anticipating? He died, and all that money became yours. Oh, and you were probably worried he might leave everything to me instead.”

With each sentence, John’s expression sank further and further, until he looked completely hollowed out

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Nonsense!

Lucas felt a small pang of disappointment.

His idiot brother had actually been smart for once-didn’t take the bait.

He had, however, found some leads.

Back then, Tammy had pointed out that Holton’s death was suspicious-the body had traces of poison.

Following that thread, he’d managed to dig up more.

But he still lacked the hard evidence needed to lock John away for good.

So he was fishing for a confession.

Didn’t work.

Lucas wasn’t in a hurry. He said calmly. “Really? Then feel free to call the police.”

Shut up! I’m not making a fool of myself! Get out!

John smashed the phone against the wall, using anger to mask his panic.

Lucas rose to his feet, a faint smile on his face, “John, you know what’s worse than going to prison?”

“Watching everything you care about slip through your fingers, day by day-living a life worse than death”