It definitely cannot be the reason.
Ryan shook his head and took a deep breath.
"You asshole!" He began to curl his hands into a tight fist. "Do you think that you would get away with murdering my wife? You had no right to do so, even if she almost killed your wife! You had no fucking right!"
His body trembled in fury, and he deeply exhaled, calming himself down. "You won't get away with this. I assure you, Draven. You will pay!" he emphasized, his eyes filled with hatred and ill intent.
Letting his wife die just like that would be cowardly of him. Draven will and must pay for the death of his wife.
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Draven, who had slept long enough with Avelina cuddling beside him, blinked his eyes open.
He gazed at the ceiling for a moment before proceeding to sit up on the bed, but Avelina, who lay beside him, wrapped her arms around him, comfortably adjusting herself.
