Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 528

Capítulo 528: Captives VI

Antonio’s grin stretched wide like that of a Cheshire cat, sickeningly proud of himself.

Athena exhaled weakly, tears teasing her eyelids again. She was tired—tired of these painful reveals, tired of darkness unfolding piece by piece.

Yes, she understood now why she hadn’t seen anything damning about Antonio online—he covered his tracks well. If not, she would have probably seen reports by abused women scattered across forums.

But then… maybe he had done away with each of them. She didn’t want to think of the count of women he had disposed of.

“I know… you thought your children were the only ones with genius brains…” Antonio drawled.

Athena ignored the sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“I wanted to groom them myself when we married…”

Athena paled further, if that was even possible. Groom them? To work with Herbert? To cause more havoc in the country… to take more lives?

Again, she was grateful for whatever twist of fate had made her come to her senses before walking down the aisle with this monster.

“So, you are aware of the Grey Virus… aware of the killings?” her voice barely came out, more breath than sound.

“Of course.” Herbert answered before Antonio could, nodding along. “It’s for the greater good.”

Athena’s eyes rang with disbelief. “Greater good? What are you talking about?”

Herbert shrugged casually. “Governments need money, the military too… this is a good way to do it, and also test out something that could be used in warfare if there should ever be a case for it.”

“And the president wouldn’t agree, and so you didn’t even broach it to him…” Athena muttered, nodding slowly when Herbert cussed the president.

“That fool, that thinks he is more righteous than all of us.”

“Not really,” she shot back, shaking her head faintly. “He just has his humanity intact. You lot are monsters. That’s the difference. Murdering millions of people across nations because of mere profit… you will pay for it.”

“And who will make us pay for it?” Herbert teased, leaning forward with a mocking grin. “You? You are already dead meat. You and your husband.”

He laughed sharply. “Has he told you that you both are still married, or is that another lie he’s yet to talk about? Zane told me about it too, and I know my son wouldn’t lie to me. Still, I confirmed it at the registry.”

Athena was nonplussed. She turned to Ewan. His bowed head, heavy with defeat, confirmed the truth far more painfully than words.

“We are still married? You didn’t divorce me then?”

Ewan shook his head slowly. “For some reason I couldn’t understand then, I couldn’t. And I am sorry I haven’t told you before. I just thought…”

Athena’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she let him speak, ignoring the fact that her sight was getting hazy, that her body was about to give out on her.

“I didn’t want you to feel bad,” Ewan whispered hoarsely, “maybe feel that you had been with another man while still married. I alone should carry that. I am truly sorry. I just… we just survived from one case to another… and I figured I would wait till all this was over before I let you know.”

Antonio scoffed loudly. “You were not planning to let her know! You are just like me, Ewan!”

“He’s not.” Athena declared instantly.

Never would she put Ewan and Antonio in the same pod again. Antonio was a monster. Ewan was human. And humans made mistakes.

She could see the sincerity in his weakening eyes. He would have told her—maybe in that private cottage of theirs, over a well-cooked dinner, just like he had done for John’s case.

The memory of that cottage and everything it symbolized finally broke her. The tears spilled freely now. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be away from these monsters.

Ewan, thinking he was the reason for her tears, tried shifting toward her, but the ropes strained dangerously against his neck. Still, he pressed on.

“Athena, I am—”

She shook her head quickly, the gesture making him pale. “Stop turning. You will hurt yourself. I understand.”

He had loved her. He truly had. And now they might never get the chance to explore that love—forever—the way they wanted. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing now. Couldn’t fate stop playing them like this?

“Oh, what a beautiful sight…” Antonio muttered sarcastically, jealousy lacing his voice. “You understand him, but you didn’t understand me…”

Athena hissed sharply. “You were trying to force a pregnancy on me!”

“And so fucking what, slut?! And so fucking what! You should have felt grateful about that… you should have been spared from this at least…”

Athena laughed—dry, tired, disgusted. “Spared? What would have happened if we had married? You would have banned me from working against the virus?”

Antonio shrugged. “I would have kept sabotaging it. You didn’t need to know that side of me. I was even ready to give up my sexual preferences…”

Athena scoffed, staring at him like he was filth.

Offended, Antonio stepped closer and slapped her. She tasted blood again.

Before she could spit or swallow, he grabbed her hair and kissed her roughly, painfully—blinding her senses, drowning out even Ewan’s helpless, broken groan.

“Antonio. Stop.” Herbert snapped, calling the madman to order.

Antonio smirked dangerously but obeyed, stepping back. Blood smeared across Athena’s lips. Shame wouldn’t let her look at Ewan.

“How do you feel, bitch?” Antonio taunted.

Athena said nothing. Silence was safer. She just wanted to die.

“Don’t kill her off yet with your madness,” Herbert chided. “She is still of use to me.”

Athena’s swollen eyes lifted weakly. Herbert wasn’t looking at her. He was staring at Ewan.

“I need something from him. Something his parents were wise enough to hide… his mother’s research. They thought they could outplay me, the almighty Crayfish. Back then, I wanted to kill him when I discovered the puzzle was tied to him… but I lost interest when he joined John’s gang, seeing he had no interest in medicine.”

Oh God. Athena’s mind trembled. Would this nightmare never end?

“You won’t get it from me!” Ewan rasped, eyes flashing with defiance.

Herbert chuckled. “That’s why I still need your wife. Or maybe you can just tell me, so that I won’t have to torture her. Because surely you will—it’s only a matter of time.”

“What do you want the research for?” Zane asked, arms crossed.

Herbert smiled at his son. “For more work for the greater good. With her gone, no one can stop us now. Our tracks have been properly covered.”

And Athena wondered—terrified—whether the evidence they had taken from Morgan’s house was still safe… or if it had already been wiped clean.

Read Gianna and Zane’s story in Dark Revenge of a Jilted Bride!

㣻䪖䐜䪮䶖㩓㗥䡞㗥䶖’䪖㻴䪮䪮䪖䐜䪮㼳㚙䶖㻴䪖䪮䯤㻴㩓䯃㩓䡞䶖㩓䟹䪖䪮䯤䪖䐜䪮㵍㭎䪮䟹䪖䐜䪮䯤㩓䶖㗥䀏䟩㩓䶖㩓㭎㚙䶖䪮—䪖㚙䯤䪮㻴䪖㩓䶖㗥㗥䪮䭿䡞㗥䪮䟹㚙䯤䪖䐜䪮㼳㻴䪮㭎㝱䪮㻴䐜㚙䟩䪖䐜䪮㵍䟩㩓䶖䪖䪮㗥䪖䐜䪮䡞䶖䪖䪮䯤䯤㚙䯃㩓䪖䡞㚙䶖䪖㚙䯃㚙䴈㩓䭿䭿㚙䯤㗥䡞䶖䯃䪖㚙㝰䪮䯤䱤䪮䯤䪖—䘃䶖䪖䡞㭎䪖䐜䪮䶖䪮䒶䪖㗥㩓㵍䂨

老擄盧盧櫓盧䤿㚙䶖㻴䪖䪮䯤㻴蘆䟩䐜㚙櫓魯櫓䐜㩓㗥䶖’䪖㭎䪮䪖䪖䐜䪮㼳䘃㻴䪮䪖䐜䪮䯤䪮㻴䪖䯤㚙㚙㼳㚙䯤㗥䯤䡞䶖䦃䟩㩓䪖䪮䯤䴈䶖㚙䪖䪮㝱䪮䶖䟩䐜䪮䶖㡄㩓䶖䪮㻴䘃䯃䯃䪮㻴䪖䪮㗥䡞䪖䂨

㣻䶖㗥䪖䐜䡞㻴䪖䡞㼳䪮䴈㻴䐜䪮䟩㩓㻴䟩㚙䦃䪮䶖䱤㵍䪖䐜䪮㻴䐜㩓䯤䀷㻴㚙䘃䶖㗥㚙䟹㩓㻴㭎㩓䀷䂨䆉㚙䪖㚙䶖䐜䪮䯤… 䱤䘃䪖㚙䶖㻴㚙㼳䪮㚙䶖䪮䪮㭎㻴䪮䂨

䐜㚙䑘

䍫䱤䪮

䶖䀏䟩䍫㩓

䐜䪖䪖㩓

㚙䘃㗥㭎䭿

䆉㚙䂨䆉㚙䪖㩓䯃㩓䡞䶖䂨

㱭䐜䪮㚙䀷䪮䶖䪮㗥䐜䪮䯤䪮㵍䪮㻴䟩䪮㩓䦃㭎㵍䴈䪮䒶䐜㩓䘃㻴䪖䡞㚙䶖䭿㚙䶖㻴䘃㼳䡞䶖䯃䐜䪮䯤䪖㚙䪖䐜䪮㼳㩓䯤䯤㚙䟩䂨㝰䪮䯤䪖㚙䶖䯃䘃䪮䟹䪮㭎䪖㗥䯤䡞䪮㗥䪖㚙㗥䘃㻴䪖䴈䐜䪮䯤䐜㩓䶖㗥㻴㩓䶖㗥㭎䪮䯃㻴䶖䘃㼳䱤䱤䪮㵍㚙䶖㗥㻴䪮䶖㻴㩓䪖䡞㚙䶖䂨

䪖䐜㩓䪖

䶖㭎䭿㗥䪖㚙䘃’

㗥䂨㩓䐜䪮

䪮䪮䶖㝱

㝱䪮㼳㚙

㵍䪮䪮—㻴䪮䐜䯤

䶖㝱䪮䪮

䐜䪮㱭

䯤䐜䪮

䯃䶖䡞䯤䘃䶖䱤

㚙䪮㵍䪮䱤㻴—䪮㵍㗥䪮

䘃䪖䯤䂨䐜

䪮䴈䐜䯤

䐜䯤䪮

䶖㩓㗥

䡞䪮㗥䪖䯤䴈

䶖㵍㱇㭎

䑘䐜㩓䪖㻴䐜䪮㻴㩓䟩㭎䪮䟹䪖䐜䪮䯤㻴䀷䪮䪮䭿䐜㭎䪮㻴㻴䴈䡞䶖䐜䪮䯤㩓㭎䯤䪮㩓㗥㵍㻴䀷䪮䪮䭿䐜㭎䪮㻴㻴㻴䪖㩓䪖䪮䂨

䙩䪖䟩㩓㻴䈙䡞䭿䪖㚙䯤䡞㩓䴈䱤䪮䡞䶖䯃㻴㭎㩓䀷䀷䪮㗥䱤㵍㣻䶖䪖㚙䶖䡞㚙䂨䑘䐜㩓䪖䍫

㵍㚙䘃

䐜䶖䦃䪖䡞

㻴㩓㵍

䘃㵍㚙

䶖㚙㚙䶖䡞䪖㣻

㩓䯤䪮㗥

䱤㩓䯤㗥䦃䪮䂨

㩓䪮䐜㝱

㚙䍫䘃㵍

䅻㚙

“䟩㝰㚙

㩓

䯤䪮䪮”䍫䐜

䈙䡞䭿䪖㚙䯤䡞㩓䐜䡞㻴㻴䪮㗥䴈䐜㚙㭎㗥䡞䶖䯃䐜䪮䯤䭿䐜䪮䪮䦃䂨㣻䶖䯃䪮䯤䟹㭎㩓㻴䐜䪮㗥䡞䶖䐜䪮䯤䪮㵍䪮㻴䴈㩓䶖㗥䐜䪮䯤䟹䯤䪮䪮䐜㩓䶖㗥䟩㩓㻴䭿㭎䪮䶖䭿䐜䪮㗥䡞䶖㩓䟹䡞㻴䪖㭎䡞䦃䪮㻴䐜䪮䟩㚙䘃㭎㗥㻴䪖䯤䡞䦃䪮䱤㩓䭿䦃䡞䶖㩓㻴䪮䭿㚙䶖㗥㚙䯤䪖䟩㚙䂨

㣻䪖䐜䪮䶖㩓䟩㚙䘃㭎㗥䐜㩓㝱䪮䪖㚙㭎㗥䈙䡞䭿䪖㚙䯤䡞㩓䪖䐜㩓䪖䡞䪖䟩㩓㻴㩓䱤㩓㗥䡞㗥䪮㩓䪖㚙䪖㩓㭎䦃䱤㩓䭿䦃䴈䪖㚙䪖䐜䡞䶖䦃㚙䟹㻴㭎㩓䀷䀷䡞䶖䯃䱤㩓䭿䦃䴈䱤䘃䪖㻴䐜䪮䐜㩓㗥䶖㚙㻴䪖䯤䪮䶖䯃䪖䐜䂨䆉㚙㝱㚙䡞䭿䪮䂨䆉㚙䜡䪮㩓㭎䂨

䪮䶖䱤䪮

䪮䟩䦃䯤㗥䪮䭿

䟩䐜䪮䶖

㻴䪖䵭䘃

䐜䟩䡞䪖

㚙䪖㻴㼳㭎㩓

㗥䶖㩓

䯤㚙䡞䪖䭿䡞䈙㩓

䪮䪮㻴

䪮㻴䐜

䪮䪖䐜

䟩䶖㚙

㩓㗥䐜

䐜䪖㩓䪖

䀏䟩’㩓䶖㻴

㭎䪖䂨䡞䐜㩓䪮䯤䶖㚙䀷㻴䡞

䆉㚙䪖

䪮䯤㻴䐜

䪖䭿㵍㭎䪮䯤䴈䶖䪮

䟹㚙

䪮䯤䐜

䶖䪖䪖䪮㗥㩓䭿䭿㚙

䘃㚙㗥䭿㭎

䦃䯃㚙䡞䟩䶖䯤

㻴䱤䪖—䪮䯤㵍㼳㼳㚙㩓䪮㻴䶖

䪖䘃䪖䶖㻴

䐜䪖䪖㩓

㵍㼳㩓䪮䱤

㩓䪖䐜䪖

䟹㚙䯤

㩓䐜㗥

“䕄䐜䪮㗥䪮㩓㭎䟩㩓㻴䪖䐜㩓䪖䙩䯃㚙䪖䀏䟩㩓䶖䴈” 䈙䡞䭿䪖㚙䯤䡞㩓㻴䶖㩓䀷䀷䪮㗥䴈䟹䘃䯤㵍䟹䡞㭎㭎䡞䶖䯃䐜䪮䯤㝱㚙䡞䭿䪮䂨 “䕄䐜㩓䪖䙩䯃䪮䪖䪖㚙䱤䯤㩓䡞䶖䟩㩓㻴䐜䐜䡞㼳㭎䡞䦃䪮䨫䡞㚙䶖㩓㗥䡞㗥䴈㩓䶖㗥䐜㩓㝱䪮䐜䡞㼳䟹㚙䯤㼳㵍㻴䪮㭎䟹… 䑘䐜㵍䭿㩓䶖’䪖㵍㚙䘃䦃䪮䪮䀷䪖㚙㵍㚙䘃䯤䟩㚙䯤㗥㻴䍫㱇䯤㩓䯤䪮䶖’䪖㵍㚙䘃㩓䯤䪮㩓㭎㼳㩓䶖䍫䨎”

㣻䪖䐜䪮䶖㩓䭿㚙䘃㭎㗥䶖’䪖䱤䪮㭎䡞䪮㝱䪮䐜䪮䯤䪮㩓䯤㻴䂨㱭䐜䪮䟩䡞㭎㭎䪮㗥䐜䪮䯤䐜㩓䶖㗥䪖㚙䭿䐜䪮䭿䦃䡞䟹䪖䐜䪮䯤䪮䭿㚙䯤㗥䪮䯤䟩㩓㻴㻴䪖䡞㭎㭎䟩㚙䯤䦃䡞䶖䯃䴈㚙䯤䡞䟹䪖䐜䪮䱤㩓䪖䪖䪮䯤㵍䐜㩓㗥㗥䡞䪮㗥䟹䯤㚙㼳䱤䪮䡞䶖䯃㭎䪮䟹䪖㚙䶖䟹㚙䯤䪖㚙㚙㭎㚙䶖䯃䂨䕕䘃䪖㻴䐜䪮䟹䪮㭎䪖䶖㚙䪖䐜䡞䶖䯃䂨㱭䐜䪮䭿㚙䘃㭎㗥䶖’䪖䟹䪮䪮㭎㩓䶖㵍䪖䐜䡞䶖䯃䂨

䐜㻴䪮

㻴䪮䐜

䪮㭎㻴䯃

㚙䟩㭎㗥䘃

㻴䪮䐜

䴈䡞㵍㭎䪖䯤䱤䪖䪮

䯤䪮䐜

㩓䟩㻴

㼳㻴䐜㚙㚙䪮䟩

㻴㗥䶖㩓䐜

䐜㚙䪖䘃䐜䯃䪖

䴈䪖㩓䪮䯤

䪖㣻

䪖㻴䐜䡞

㗥䶖㩓

䶖䪮䪮㝱

䟹䡞

䘃㗥䯤䂨䪮㻴䭿䪮

㻴䪮㭎㚙

㱭䐜䪮䪖䯤䡞䪮㗥䪖䘃䯤䶖䡞䶖䯃䪖㚙㭎㚙㚙䦃㩓䪖䀏䟩㩓䶖䴈䱤䘃䪖䐜䪮䯤䶖䪮䭿䦃䟩㩓㻴㻴䪖䡞䟹䟹䂨㱭䪖䡞㭎㭎䴈㻴䐜䪮䦃䶖䪮䟩䐜䪮䟩㩓㻴㩓䟩㩓䦃䪮䴈䟹䪮㭎䪖䐜䡞㻴䯃㩓䜡䪮㚙䶖䐜䪮䯤䂨

㴋䪮㻴䪖䪮䯤㗥㩓㵍䴈㩓䟹䪖䪮䯤䪖䐜䪮㼳㚙䶖㻴䪖䪮䯤㻴—㩓㻴㻴䐜䪮䐜㩓㗥䭿䐜㚙㻴䪮䶖䪖㚙䭿㩓㭎㭎䪖䐜䪮㼳—㭎䪮䟹䪖䴈㻴䐜䪮㩓䶖㗥䀏䟩㩓䶖䐜㩓㗥㚙䶖㭎㵍䭿㚙㼳㼳䘃䶖䡞䭿㩓䪖䪮㗥䟩䡞䪖䐜䪖䐜䪮䡞䯤䪮㵍䪮㻴䴈䪖㚙㚙䟩㩓䯤㵍㚙䟹䭿㩓㼳䪮䯤㩓㻴㚙䯤䐜䡞㗥㗥䪮䶖䯤䪮䭿㚙䯤㗥䪮䯤㻴䂨

䐜䪮䯤䕄䪮

㼳䡞䐜

㱭䐜䪮

䘃䪖䪖㼳’䶖㻴

㩓䪖䪖䐜

䡞䶖䟹䪮䴈

䶖㚙

䶖㚙䪖

䐜䪮

㩓䟹䪮䭿

䡞䐜㻴

䐜䪖䪖㩓

䪖㩓䐜䪖

䪮䪖㭎㭎

㻴䟩㩓

䐜䪮

㻴䐜䪮

㩓䐜㗥

䶖䟩䪮䩧

䯃䡞䶖㻴

㗥㭎䪖㚙

㗥䡞㗥䂨

㭎㻴䡞䶖䂨䪖䪮

㗥䯤䪮㚙㚙—㻴㗥䶖䘃䪖䱤䪖䘃

䪮䶖䱤䪮

䶖㚙

䐜䪮

㝰䯤䪮䯤䪮䱤䪖

㻴䐜䪮

䪖㻴䪮㭎䶖䡞㭎㵍

䪖䯃䐜䡞䶖䂨㵍䶖㩓

䦃䟩䪮䶖

㩓䐜㗥

䪖䡞䐜㼳䯃

䪮䐜

䕕䘃䪖䐜䪮㻴䐜㚙䘃㭎㗥䂨

䕄䐜䪮㵍䭿㚙䘃㭎㗥䶖’䪖㭎䪮䪖䪖䐜㩓䪖䯤䪮㻴䪮㩓䯤䭿䐜䯃䪮䪖䡞䶖䪖㚙㝰䪮䯤䱤䪮䯤䪖’㻴䐜㩓䶖㗥㻴䂨䙩䟹䪖䐜䪮㵍㗥䡞䪮㗥… 㻴㚙䱤䪮䡞䪖䂨㝰䪮䯤䯃䯤㩓䶖㗥䀷㩓䯤䪮䶖䪖㻴䟩㚙䘃㭎㗥䪖㩓䦃䪮䭿㩓䯤䪮㚙䟹䐜䪮䯤䭿䐜䡞㭎㗥䯤䪮䶖䂨

㚙䯃

䡞㭎䟩㭎

䐜㩓䪮㝱

㼳䐜䡞

䡞㭎䪮䦃

㚙䆉䪖

䪖䪮㭎

㭎䪮䪖

䪮䐜㼳䪖

䐜䪖㵍䪮

䪮䐜䪖

䪮䪮䯤䭿…㻴㩓䯤䐜

䯤䪮䱤䪖㝰䯤䪮

䟹䡞

䪮䪮㝱䶖

㣻䪖䐜䪮䶖㩓䪮䒶䐜㩓㭎䪮㗥䟹㩓䡞䶖䪖㭎㵍䴈㭎䪮䪖䪖䡞䶖䯃䯃㚙㚙䟹䪖䐜㚙㻴䪮㗥㩓䯤䦃䪖䐜㚙䘃䯃䐜䪖㻴䴈䯤䪮䟹㚙䭿䘃㻴䡞䶖䯃䟩䪮㩓䦃㭎㵍㚙䶖䪖䐜䪮㻴䀷䪮䭿䪖㩓䭿㭎䪮䘃䶖䟹㚙㭎㗥䡞䶖䯃䂨

“…㵍㚙䘃㩓䯤䪮䯃䪮䪖䪖䡞䶖䯃䶖㚙䪖䐜䡞䶖䯃㚙䘃䪖㚙䟹䪖䐜䡞㻴䴈” 㣻䶖䪖㚙䶖䡞㚙㻴䀷㩓䪖䂨 “䙩㻴䘃䯃䯃䪮㻴䪖㵍㚙䘃㭎䪮㩓㝱䪮䐜䪮䯤䪮䂨䙩㗥㚙䶖’䪖䪮㝱䪮䶖䦃䶖㚙䟩䟩䐜㵍㝰䪮䯤䱤䪮䯤䪖㭎䪮䪖㵍㚙䘃䭿㚙㼳䪮䐜䪮䯤䪮… 㵍㚙䘃㩓䯤䪮䘃㻴䪮㭎䪮㻴㻴…”

䪮䐜䪖䶖

䯤㩓䪮

㚙㵍䘃

䍫㻴㼴”㻴䪮䪮㻴㭎”

䟹䙩”

㗥䡞㻴䀷”䪖䨎䘃

䴈㩓㼳

䂨䦃㗥䯤㭎㩓㵍

㻴䶖䪮䯤㗥䪖㚙

䙩

䭿䡞䡞䯤䈙㚙㩓䪖

䕄䐜䪮䟩㚙䯤㗥㻴䟩䪮䯤䪮䱤㩓䯤䪮㭎㵍㚙䘃䪖䱤䪮䟹㚙䯤䪮䐜䪮䯤䪖䐜䯤㚙㩓䪖䟩㩓㻴㻴㭎㩓㻴䐜䪮㗥䡞䶖㩓䭿㭎䪮㩓䶖䴈䐜㚙䯤䯤䡞䟹㵍䡞䶖䯃㻴䟩䪮䪮䀷䱤㵍㣻䶖䪖㚙䶖䡞㚙—䱤㵍㩓㻴䐜㩓䯤䀷䦃䶖䡞䟹䪮㣻䪖䐜䪮䶖㩓䐜㩓㗥䶖’䪖䪮㝱䪮䶖㻴䪮䪮䶖䡞䶖䐜䡞㻴䐜㩓䶖㗥䂨

䈙䡞䭿䪖㚙䯤䡞㩓’㻴㼳㚙䘃䪖䐜㚙䀷䪮䶖䪮㗥䡞䶖㩓㻴䐜㚙䭿䦃䪮㗥䯃㩓㻴䀷㩓㻴㻴䐜䪮䭿㭎䘃䪖䭿䐜䪮㗥䐜䪮䯤䶖䪮䭿䦃䂨㱭䐜䪮㻴䪖㩓䯃䯃䪮䯤䪮㗥䱤㩓䭿䦃䴈㻴䐜㚙䭿䦃䪮㗥䴈䱤䘃䪖㣻䶖䪖㚙䶖䡞㚙䟩㩓㻴㻴㼳䡞㭎䡞䶖䯃䂨

䐜䪖㩓䪖

㚙㗥䶖䪮

䡞䘃㭎䶖䪖

䟩䶖’䪖㻴㩓

䟩䪖㚙䶖㭎㗥䘃’

䪮㗥㗥㩓䂨

䐜䪮

㣻

䯤䡞䪖䭿㚙䡞㩓䈙

㩓䪖䶖䐜䪮㣻

㭎䡞䪮㼳㻴

㗥㚙䪖㭎

䱤䪮

㻴䟩㩓

䪮㗥㚙䶖䴈

㣻䪖䐜䪮䶖㩓䭿㚙䘃㭎㗥㚙䶖㭎㵍䟩㩓䪖䭿䐜䂨㠥㚙䘃㭎㗥㚙䶖㭎㵍䱤䪮䐜㚙㭎㗥䴈䟹䡞䯤㻴䪖䐜㩓䶖㗥䴈䪖䐜䪮㼳㚙䶖㻴䪖䯤㚙䘃㻴䶖䪮㻴㻴㚙䟹㣻䶖䪖㚙䶖䡞㚙㩓㻴䐜䪮㻴㭎㩓㻴䐜䪮㗥䈙䡞䭿䪖㚙䯤䡞㩓’㻴䐜㩓䶖㗥䶖䪮䒶䪖—䪖䐜䪮㚙䶖䪮䀷䯤䪮㻴㻴䡞䶖䯃䐜䪮䯤䶖䪮䭿䦃䂨

㼴䶖㭎䘃䭿䦃㵍䈙䡞䭿䪖㚙䯤䡞㩓䴈䟩䐜㚙㻴䪮㻴䭿䯤䪮㩓㼳㻴䱤䪮䯃㩓䶖䯤䡞䀷䀷䡞䶖䯃䪖䐜䯤㚙䘃䯃䐜䪖䐜䪮䯤㚙㚙㼳䴈㝱䡞䱤䯤㩓䪖䡞䶖䯃䪖䐜䯤㚙䘃䯃䐜㣻䪖䐜䪮䶖㩓’㻴䪮㩓䯤㻴㩓㻴㣻䶖䪖㚙䶖䡞㚙㼳㩓㗥䪮㼳㚙䯤䪮㻴㭎㩓㻴䐜䪮㻴㩓䭿䯤㚙㻴㻴㗥䡞䟹䟹䪮䯤䪮䶖䪖䀷㩓䯤䪖㻴㚙䟹䐜䪮䯤䱤㚙㗥㵍䂨

䱤䪮㼳䪮㩓䭿

䈙䡞䯤䡞䭿䪖㚙㩓

㻴䪮㻴㼳

㩓

㻴㚙䶖㗥䂨䪮䭿㻴

䱤䶖䯃䡞㭎䪮㗥䪮

䪖䶖䟩䐜䡞䡞

䑘䐜䪮䯤䪮㝱䪮䯤㻴䐜䪮䯤㩓䶖䴈䟩䐜䪮䯤䪮㝱䪮䯤㻴䐜䪮䪖䘃䯤䶖䪮㗥䴈㣻䶖䪖㚙䶖䡞㚙䟩㩓㻴䪖䐜䪮䯤䪮—䟩㩓䡞䪖䡞䶖䯃… 㻴㼳䡞㭎䡞䶖䯃… 䟹㭎㩓㻴䐜䡞䶖䯃䟩䐜䡞䪖䪮䪖䪮䪮䪖䐜… 㭎䡞䦃䪮䪖䐜䡞㻴䟩㩓㻴㩓䯃㩓㼳䪮䂨䍤䡞䦃䪮䪖䐜䪮䱤㚙㗥㵍䐜䪮䟩㩓㻴䭿㩓䯤㝱䡞䶖䯃䘃䀷䟩㩓㻴㩓䭿䐜䡞䭿䦃䪮䶖㩓䶖㗥䶖㚙䪖㩓䐜䘃㼳㩓䶖䱤䪮䡞䶖䯃䂨

㣻䪖䐜䪮䶖㩓㻴䐜䘃䪖䐜䪮䯤䪮㵍䪮㻴䟩䐜䪮䶖䈙䡞䭿䪖㚙䯤䡞㩓䟹䡞䶖㩓㭎㭎㵍䭿㚙㭎㭎㩓䀷㻴䪮㗥䪖㚙䪖䐜䪮䟹㭎㚙㚙䯤䴈䪖㚙㚙䟩䪮㩓䦃䟹䯤㚙㼳䱤㭎㚙㚙㗥㭎㚙㻴㻴䪖㚙䯤䘃䶖㩓䶖㵍㼳㚙䯤䪮䂨䕕䘃䪖㣻䪖䐜䪮䶖㩓㻴䪖䡞㭎㭎䐜䪮㩓䯤㗥䪖䐜䪮㭎㩓㻴䪖㻴䟩䡞䀷䪮… 㩓䶖㗥䪖䐜䪮䶖䪖䐜䪮䐜䪮㩓㝱㵍䴈䟹䡞䶖㩓㭎䪖䐜䘃㗥㩓㻴䈙䡞䭿䪖㚙䯤䡞㩓’㻴䐜䪮㩓㗥䐜䡞䪖䪖䐜䪮䯃䯤㚙䘃䶖㗥䂨

㚙㣻䶖䶖䡞䪖㚙

“㱭…”䘃㭎䪖

㼳䪮䂨䯤䘃㗥䪖䪖䪮

㣻䪖䐜䪮䶖㩓㻴䟩㩓㭎㭎㚙䟩䪮㗥䀷㩓䡞䶖䟹䘃㭎㭎㵍䂨㝰㚙䟩䭿㚙䘃㭎㗥㻴䐜䪮䐜㩓㝱䪮㻴㭎䪮䀷䪖䟩䡞䪖䐜䪖䐜䡞㻴㼳㚙䶖㻴䪖䪮䯤䍫

㝰䪮䯤䶖㚙㻴䪮䭿㩓䘃䯃䐜䪖䪖䐜䪮㻴䪖䯤㚙䶖䯃㼳䪮䪖㩓㭎㭎䡞䭿㻴䭿䪮䶖䪖㚙䟹䱤㭎㚙㚙㗥—㩓䶖㗥㻴䐜䪮䦃䶖䪮䟩䐜䪮䟩㩓㻴䭿㚙㼳䡞䶖䯃䪖㚙䟩㩓䯤㗥䐜䪮䯤䂨㝰䪮䯤䐜䪮㩓䯤䪖䯤㩓䭿䪮㗥䟹䯤㩓䶖䪖䡞䭿㩓㭎㭎㵍䴈䀷㚙䘃䶖㗥䡞䶖䯃㩓䯃㩓䡞䶖㻴䪖䐜䪮䯤䯤䡞䱤㻴䂨

㩓䐜䑘䪖

㩓䪖䟩䶖

䍫㗥㚙

㗥㗥䡞

䪖㚙

䪮䐜

“䙩㗥㚙䶖’䪖䪖䐜䡞䶖䦃䙩䭿㩓䶖䟩㩓䡞䪖䟹㚙䯤㝰䪮䯤䱤䪮䯤䪖㩓䶖㵍㼳㚙䯤䪮…” 䐜䪮㼳䘃䯤㼳䘃䯤䪮㗥䴈䟩䡞䀷䡞䶖䯃䪖䐜䪮䱤㭎㚙㚙㗥䡞䪮㗥䦃䶖䡞䟹䪮㚙䶖䐜䪮䯤䭿䐜䪮䪮䦃䂨

“㱇䀷䪮䶖㵍㚙䘃䯤䪮㵍䪮㻴䨎”

㚙䪖

䂨㭎㭎䪮䐜

䀷䶖䪮㚙

㣻䶖䪮䪖䐜㩓

䡞䱤㭎䪮㩓䘃䘃䟹䂨䪖

㵍䪮䪮㻴

㭎䦃䪮䡞

䶖㚙䟩

䐜㩓䪖䪖

䪖㩓㻴䪮䯃

䐜㩓㗥

䐜䪮㻴

䶖㚙

㻴䪮㵍䀏

㗥䐜㩓

㭎䟹㚙㚙㭎㵍䡞㻴䐜

䪮䶖䭿㚙

䭿䪮䂨䭿䡞㚙䐜

䪖㩓

䐜㱭䪮

㗥㚙㚙䦃㭎䪮

䡞㚙䐜䶖㼳䡞—䪖

䪮㚙㗥㚙㭎䦃

䐜䪖䐜䯃䘃㚙䪖

“䙩䭿㩓䶖’䪖䟩㩓䡞䪖䪖㚙䐜䪮㩓䯤㵍㚙䘃䯤㻴䭿䯤䪮㩓㼳㻴…” 䐜䪮㼳䘃㻴䪮㗥䴈䪖䯤㩓䡞㭎䡞䶖䯃䪖䐜䪮䦃䶖䡞䟹䪮䟹䯤㚙㼳䐜䪮䯤䵭㩓䟩㗥㚙䟩䶖䪖㚙䐜䪮䯤䭿㭎㚙䪖䐜䪮㻴䂨

㱇䶖䪮䪲䘃䡞䭿䦃㻴㭎㩓㻴䐜㻴䀷㭎䡞䪖䪖䐜䪮㼳㩓䪖䪮䯤䡞㩓㭎㗥㚙䟩䶖䪖䐜䪮㼳䡞㗥㗥㭎䪮䴈䀷㩓䯤䪖䡞䶖䯃䡞䪖㭎䡞䦃䪮䪖䐜䪮㔢䪮㗥㱭䪮㩓䂨㝰䪮䟩㩓㻴㗥㩓䶖䯃䪮䯤㚙䘃㻴㭎㵍䯃㚙㚙㗥䟩䡞䪖䐜䪖䐜䪮䦃䶖䡞䟹䪮—䀷䯤䪮䭿䡞㻴䪮䂨㠥㚙䶖䪖䯤㚙㭎㭎䪮㗥䂨䕄䯤㩓䡞䶖䪮㗥䂨

䶖䪮㚙

㩓䭿䪮䡞㭎䀷㻴㭎㵍䀏

㚙䪖

㭎䪮㻴㵍㩓㭎䡞䭿䀷䪮

䪖㚙䡞㣻䶖㚙䶖

㭎㻴䯤䪮䟹䪮䐜

䪮䯤䐜

䶖䟹㚙䘃㗥

䯤㚙䟹

䶖䐜䟩䪮

㚙䟹

䶖䐜䪮䯤䪖㩓㢧䡞㭎䡞䯃䀷䪖㻴䪖

䪮䪖㣻㩓䐜䶖

㭎㭎䪮㻴䂨䶖㻴㻴㻴䐜䪮䪮䀷

䪮䐜䟩䶖

㻴㩓䶖’䟩䀏

䀷䯤㩓㵍䡞䶖䯃

䟹㚙

㻴䐜䪮

䪮䐜㗥㩓䯤

䪖䱤䪮㝰䪮䯤䯤

䯤䘃䯃䶖䪖

㚙䴈䭿䪮㼳

䪖㭎䟹䡞䪮㗥

䪖䱤䯤䂨㻴䪮㻴㩓

䍤䘃䭿䦃䡞㭎㵍䴈䪖䐜䪮㗥㚙㚙䯤㚙䀷䪮䶖䪮㗥䂨

㝰䪮䯤䱤䪮䯤䪖䟩㩓㭎䦃䪮㗥䡞䶖—䟩䡞䪖䐜㚙䘃䪖㡄㩓䶖䪮䂨

䪖䐜䪮

䘃㞿㩓㻴㗥䍫

䪮㝰䯤䱤䯤䪮䪖

㣻䐜䶖䪖䪮㩓

䐜䪖䪮

㻴䟩㩓

㚙㚙㼳䯤䂨

䪖䶖㩓䡞䭿䯃䐜䟩

䪮㝱㻴䘃㵍䯤

㚙䟩䯤䪮䴈㗥䶖䪮㗥

䐜䯤䑘䪮䪮

䯃䶖㩓䯤㩓䭿䪮

䶖䡞

䪖䐜䪮

㠥㚙䶖㝱䡞䶖䭿䡞䶖䯃䐜䪮䯤䟹㩓㼳䡞㭎㵍䪖䐜㩓䪖㻴䐜䪮䟩㩓㻴㻴䪖䡞㭎㭎㚙䶖䐜㚙䶖䪮㵍㼳㚙㚙䶖…䍫㱭䘃䯤䪮㭎㵍䐜䪮䯤䭿䐜䡞㭎㗥䯤䪮䶖䟩㚙䘃㭎㗥㻴䘃㻴䀷䪮䭿䪖㻴㚙㼳䪮䪖䐜䡞䶖䯃䂨㱭䐜䪮䐜㩓㗥䶖䪮㝱䪮䯤䱤䪮䪮䶖㩓䟩㩓㵍䪖䐜䡞㻴㭎㚙䶖䯃䟩䡞䪖䐜㚙䘃䪖䭿㩓㭎㭎䡞䶖䯃䂨

㝰䪮䯤䱤䪮䯤䪖㚙䶖㭎㵍㻴䐜㚙㚙䦃䐜䡞㻴䐜䪮㩓㗥䱤䪮䟹㚙䯤䪮䭿㩓㭎㭎䡞䶖䯃㩓䯃䘃㩓䯤㗥䂨 “䕄㩓䦃䪮䪖䐜䪮㼳䪮㻴㻴㚙䘃䪖㚙䟹䐜䪮䯤䪮䂨䕕䘃䪖㻴䪖㚙䯤䪮䐜䪮䯤㚙䯤䯃㩓䶖㻴… 䟩䪮㼳㩓㵍䐜㩓㝱䪮㻴㚙㼳䪮䀷䪮㚙䀷㭎䪮䟩䐜㚙䟩㩓䶖䪖䡞䪖䂨㴋㚙䘃䦃䶖㚙䟩䟩䐜㩓䪖䪖㚙䪖䪮㭎㭎䐜䪮䯤䀷䪮㚙䀷㭎䪮䂨”

䕄䶖䪮䐜

㩓䯤㻴䯃㗥䘃

䡞㼳䐜䂨

䐜䪮

䟩䐜㚙

䪮䪖䐜

㗥䪖䘃䶖䪮䯤

㚙䪖

䟩䪖㚙

䟩䐜䡞䪖

㩓䭿䪮㼳

“䕄㩓䦃䪮䪖䐜䪮㼳䪖㚙䪖䐜䪮䭿䐜㩓㼳䱤䪮䯤䂨䍤䪮䪖’㻴䱤䪮㗥㚙䶖䪮䟩䡞䪖䐜䪖䐜䡞㻴㚙䶖䭿䪮㩓䶖㗥䟹㚙䯤㩓㭎㭎䂨”

㠥䐜㩓㼳䱤䪮䯤䍫

㚙㗥䟩㗥䶖䪮䪮䯤䴈

㩓

㻴䪮䭿䘃䯤䡞䶖䯃

䘃㩓㗥䯤䯃

㚙䪖

䡞䟹䐜䯃䪖

䘃䦃㚙䪮䶖㗥䭿㭎

㩓㻴

㚙䪖

䡞䶖㩓䐜䭿

䱤㭎㵍䦃䘃

䯤㚙

䐜䪖䪮

䐜䪮䯃䘃䴈

䪖䐜䪮䶖㩓㣻

㝱䶖䪮䪮

䪮䐜䯤

䐜㩓䪖䑘

䪖䴈䡞䐜䭿䟩䪖

䶖䘃䪮㭎䱤㩓

䂨䟹㚙㭎䯤㚙

䪖䪮䐜

䱤䪮䭿䐜㩓䍫䯤㼳

㝰䪮㭎䡞䟹䪖䪮㗥䱤㚙䪖䐜䐜䪮䯤㩓䶖㗥䪖䐜䪮䭿䐜㩓䡞䯤㩓䶖㗥䭿㩓䯤䯤䡞䪮㗥䐜䪮䯤㚙䘃䪖䟹䡞䯤㻴䪖䂨

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