Chapter 278: Ruthless Destruction
Even Qin Chu felt his explanation sounded weak.
The scene, to any observer, looked like he was assaulting the woman. It was a classic case of “damned if you do, damned if you don’t.”
Not that Qin Chu particularly cared.
Seeing his apparent indifference, Angela was surprised by his calmness, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. Almost instinctively, she shrieked: “Your Majesty, you must uphold justice for me! Don’t listen to his lies! This beast lunged at me the moment he saw me, tearing at my clothes!”
“I refused him, and he hit me… sob…”
Angela cried convincingly, her tear-streaked, bloodied face lending credence to her performance.
Sharon frowned. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.
Wadsworth, though seemingly enraged, showed no sign of attacking.
What was going on? When had Wadsworth become so restrained?
Was it because of Qin Chu’s status as the Hero?
This plan relied on Wadsworth’s impulsive and violent nature. He was supposed to lash out without thinking, before realizing who Qin Chu was.
A sense of foreboding washed over Sharon.
But gritting her teeth, she pressed on.
“Hero, you have deeply disappointed His Majesty.”
“His Majesty treats you like a brother, yet you dare assault his consort! You’re incredibly audacious! Do you think His Majesty’s trust grants you impunity?”
“We all saw what happened. Do you still intend to deny it? Are you going to claim that Lady Angela threw herself at you?”
Which she actually did.
“I saw you making advances towards Lady Angela earlier. I thought you had some decency, that you wouldn’t cause trouble within the palace walls. But I underestimated your depravity.”
Sharon’s accusations solidified the image of Qin Chu as the aggressor: “If this gets out, where will His Majesty’s face be? Where will the Auville Empire’s dignity be?”
“Your Majesty, kill this scoundrel! Uphold the royal family’s honor! We cannot allow a fifth person to learn of this…”
This woman is truly vicious.
Is she goading Wadsworth into killing me?
Qin Chu saw her as nothing more than a clown.
Seeing Wadsworth’s continued inaction despite his obvious fury, Sharon’s unease intensified. Growing impatient, she urged him again: “Your Majesty, what are you waiting for?”
“Now, while it’s just us, is the perfect time to eliminate the Hero. If anyone else comes…”
Suddenly, Wadsworth roared:
“Shut up, bitch!”
His voice boomed like thunder.
Sharon’s heart lurched, her words catching in her throat.
Her face paled. At such close proximity, Wadsworth’s aura was overwhelming, making her tremble.
She couldn’t understand. The Hero had assaulted his consort, yet Wadsworth was directing his anger at her?
What had gone wrong?
Before she could comprehend the situation, Wadsworth’s suppressed rage erupted. His hairy hand shot out, seizing her throat and lifting her into the air.
Despite her strength, Sharon was helpless against Wadsworth.
Her tall frame seemed delicate in his grasp.
His thick fingers threatened to snap her neck.
Sharon struggled desperately, her face contorted in pain and asphyxiation. Her hands clawed at his fingers, but they held firm like iron shackles.
Her long legs kicked wildly.
“Your Majesty, wh… what are you doing?” Sharon choked out, making a last-ditch effort: “The… the Hero is assaulting Sister Angela! Why…”
“Shut up, you stupid bitch!” Wadsworth snarled, his voice like a lion’s roar.
The rage that had been building since Carol and Angelica informed him of the plot now exploded. His most beloved consorts were members of that depraved organization, and he didn’t even know if his sons were truly his…
All his fury was unleashed.
His eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted like a wild beast, his lips drawn back in a snarl, his teeth bared as if he wanted to tear Sharon apart.
“Did you really think you could fool me?”
“Huh?”
“Did you really think I didn’t know who you and Angela really are?”
“Sharon, you’re a duke’s daughter, aren’t you? And Angela, your father is a marquis, right? Noble ladies, members of that filthy, depraved Blissful Witch Society!”
Blissful Witch Society?
Hearing those words, Sharon and Angela’s faces paled.
Their bodies stiffened.
Wadsworth knew? How?
It was impossible. They had erased all traces. He shouldn’t have been able to find out.
What had gone wrong?
Wadsworth’s voice softened, a gentleness that terrified Sharon even more. His rough fingers traced her delicate face, the touch almost painful:
“Sharon… and Angela… I doted on you these past few years…”
“You were the most powerful and influential consorts in my harem. What more could you want? Why join such a filthy, depraved organization?”
“You know, the thought of our intimacy these past few years makes me sick!”
Sharon shook her head frantically: “No, Your Majesty! You… you misunderstand! We’re not…”
Seeing her desperate denials, Wadsworth’s rage overflowed. He lifted Sharon high, then slammed her onto the stone floor.
Bang!
The ground trembled.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the hard stone.
Sharon’s body bounced, then collapsed, her back taking the brunt of the impact. She gasped, blood spraying from her mouth, staining her chest crimson.
The love Wadsworth had once held for these women was now replaced by rage, hatred, and disgust.
The feeling of betrayal drove him to the brink of madness.
A murderous intent filled him, an urge to destroy everything.
He hadn’t held back.
The Emperor’s methods were far more brutal than anyone imagined. He had used his ancestral battle qi, shattering every bone in Sharon’s body, except for those in her head, leaving her alive but in agonizing pain.
Sharon’s screams mingled with the blood bubbling from her lips, her beautiful face now smeared with dirt and blood.
Her body writhed like a worm, twisting and struggling.
Splintered bones pierced her flesh, causing excruciating pain.
She wanted to die, to escape this torment worse than hell. But she couldn’t die, her consciousness agonizingly clear, amplifying her suffering.
This torture could last for hours, even days, as she slowly felt her life ebb away, waiting for death in fear and despair.
Wadsworth’s ruthless attack on his own consort shocked even Qin Chu.
Suddenly, Wadsworth crouched down, grabbing Sharon’s hair and lifting her head: “Sharon…”
“And Angela…”
“Open your stupid eyes and look. Who is this?”
As Wadsworth roared, Carol emerged from behind a pillar, supporting Angelica.
Despite her agony, Sharon turned her head. Seeing Angelica, her eyes widened in shock.
Angela cried out in disbelief: “How is she still alive? The Vice President clearly…”
She stopped mid-sentence, realizing her mistake. It was too late.
Despair filled her face.
Wadsworth’s last shred of hope vanished.
Those words ignited a murderous fury within Qin Chu.
These bitches had harmed Angelica?
His face turned to ice. Seeing Angelica’s weakened state, her pale face, the flicker of pain in her eyes…
Killing intent erupted from him like a storm.
The intense, bone-chilling aura made even Wadsworth shudder.
Qin Chu seemed enveloped in a crimson shroud, like a bottomless sea of blood filled with white bones and rotting corpses.
Despairing souls struggled and wailed within the bloody depths.
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