Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 229

No sooner had Victor finished speaking than his bodyguards sprang into action. One pinned the man’s head down while the other forced his mouth open, ignoring his desperate struggles. In a flash, they yanked out his tongue. The blade came down—swift and merciless.

A howl of agony echoed across the estate.

The man writhed on the ground, clutching at the grass as blood seeped into the earth, staining the lawn a vivid red.

Some among the onlookers turned away, unable to stomach the grisly scene. Others barely flinched, their faces unreadable, as if brutality like this was little more than a passing inconvenience.

But the calmest of all were the estate’s two true elders.

At the head of the gathering sat Old Mrs. Lockridge and her husband, both white-haired yet radiating a sharp, undiminished presence. They reposed in their high-backed chairs, unmoved, as though they hadn’t seen the bloody spectacle unfolding before them.

Mr. Lockridge sipped his tea with unhurried composure.

Not a ripple disturbed the surface of his cup.

Mrs. Lockridge kept her head bowed, needles clicking as she continued knitting the half-finished scarf in her lap.

Beside her, a middle-aged woman dressed in a dark, elegant dress stood with her brow furrowed, visibly troubled. At last, she leaned closer, whispering, “Mother, with Victor doing this in front of so many of our people… don’t you think—”

Her words faltered.

Without looking up, Mrs. Lockridge replied, voice cool as ever, “Let him do as he pleases.”

Arabella, standing nearby, gently tugged at the woman’s sleeve. “Aunt Sybil, don’t worry. Victor knows what he’s doing.”

Sybil Lockridge gave her niece a searching look, but said nothing more, lips pressed tightly shut.

She glanced across the garden toward Victor, concern flickering in her eyes.

Victor had always been ruthless, and the family knew it. His hands were bloodied, his methods severe and unflinching. That was exactly why he’d been chosen and groomed as the Lockridges’ next patriarch.

But usually, Victor kept his cruelty hidden—never displaying it so openly before the family.

This was the first time he’d done something so violent right in front of the entire Lockridge clan.

Arabella, catching the doubt on her aunt’s face, quietly offered an explanation. “Theresa—Victor’s childhood sweetheart, the one he never married—she’s always been his Achilles’ heel. You know what she means to him.”

Sybil nodded grimly.

Theresa’s disappearance had once set the whole city abuzz.

After she vanished from Serenity City without a trace, Victor had been like a man possessed, turning the city upside down in his search. Even those who helped Theresa escape—like Evangeline—had paid dearly.

The memory of what Victor did to Evangeline that night sent a chill down Sybil’s spine.

Suppressing her fear, she asked, “What does Theresa have to do with this?”

She’d arrived late, caught up by other matters, and had missed what happened earlier.

Arabella lowered her voice even further. “That man just now… He told Victor that Theresa might already be dead. Victor overheard him.”

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