The Heiress's Comeback
Chapter 66: [Volume 1] - 66- Lying

Chapter 66: [Volume 1] Chapter 66- Lying

Without a moment’s hesitation, Kay grabbed the mer by the collar and yanked him up to his knees, forcing him to look directly at him. His eyes were steely, devoid of any sympathy.

"Did you really think you could just escape without consequences?" Kay’s voice was chilling, each word dripping with menace. He clenched his fist and delivered a brutal punch to the mer’s face. The blow sent the mer sprawling onto the floor, causing him to groan in pain.

Kay’s fury was evident as he grabbed the mer by the collar once more and dragged him up, only to slam him back down. He continued his relentless assault, striking the mer’s ribs and face with controlled, furious precision. Each hit was calculated to cause maximum pain without killing him.

"Do you even understand the chaos you’ve caused?" Kay spat, his voice edged with frustration. He paused briefly to catch his breath; the only sounds in the room were the mer’s labored breathing and the heavy thuds of Kay’s strikes.

The mer, battered and bloodied, could barely lift his head. Kay leaned in close, his voice a harsh whisper. "You’ll answer for everything you’ve done. This is just the beginning."

Kay’s anger was unrelenting as he continued to punish the mer, making sure each strike conveyed the severity of the situation. When he finally stepped back, he wiped the sweat from his brow, surveying the damage with grim satisfaction.

The mer lay crumpled on the floor, barely conscious. Kay’s gaze remained fixed on him, a stern reminder that this was far from over and that the consequences of his actions were only beginning to unfold.

The Aron brothers, all triplets born merely seconds apart, had a unique bond that connected them deeply. They shared not just a physical resemblance but also an emotional and instinctual link, especially concerning their beast forms.

Although the contract with the beast was made with only one of the Aron brothers, their unique connection as triplets meant they were all linked to the beast in some way.

Even though they couldn’t control it with the same mastery as Ray, they were deeply attuned to its presence and suffering. The bond they shared allowed them to sense the beast’s distress, amplifying their urgency when they felt its pain.

At work, Jay and Kay, whose beast’s pain they sensed, experienced an intense, unsettling disturbance. The screech of the eagle and its agony were almost palpable—a feeling that struck them deeply. In their minds, a fleeting image appeared: Esme with red eyes, strangling their brother, the eagle’s screech echoing with pain.

Jay, always the most pragmatic, quickly gathered essential medicines and other supplies before rushing out. He knew the urgency of the situation and the need to act swiftly.

Upon reaching the outside of the building, the brothers heard the commotion that confirmed their fears. They knew they couldn’t just barge in; the situation was too precarious. So, they made their way to Room 401, which was on the floor directly above Esme’s.

From Room 401, they leaped across the balcony, landing with practiced precision. The sight that greeted them was jarring. The window was shattered, glass scattered on the floor. The toilet cover was stained a sickly green, evidence of the chaos that had unfolded.

Inside, the scene was even more distressing. Esme stood bathed in blood, her shoulders bleeding heavily, her face etched with exhaustion. In her arms, their brother trembled in pain, his condition clearly dire. The room was a mess, reflecting the violence and turmoil that had transpired.

The sight of their brother in such a state and Esme’s harrowing appearance left the Aron brothers stunned. Jay’s eyes flickered with a mix of concern and determination as he stepped forward, ready to provide immediate care.

Jay’s hands trembled as he carefully attended to his brother, who lay heavily breathing and visibly weakened. The sight of his brother, usually so strong and unwavering, now vulnerable and in pain, ignited a fierce anger within him. Jay had always admired his brother’s resilience, his dedication, and his ability to keep going even when exhausted. Witnessing him in such a compromised state was infuriating and disheartening.

As Jay bandaged Ray’s wounds with steady hands, his anger was directed squarely at Esme. The intensity of his gaze was a mix of disbelief and fury. It was clear to him that despite Esme’s usual kindness, her actions had crossed an unforgivable line. Even though he understood that Esme had not acted with malicious intent, the fact that she had choked his brother was a breach of trust he couldn’t easily overlook.

After ensuring Ray was stabilized and laying him down gently, Jay’s anger boiled over. He turned to Esme and, in a swift motion driven by his frustration, slapped her across the face. The slap echoed through the room, but Esme remained silent, her gaze fixed on the floor. She accepted the punishment without protest, her own feelings of guilt and remorse evident in her bowed head.

Esme felt a deep, gnawing sense of regret. She could barely comprehend how she had lost control. Despite her rigorous training and efforts to manage her condition, she had nearly killed Ray. The poison had clouded her judgment and caused her to act out in a way that was both frightening and unforgivable. The memory of her hands around Ray’s neck, her intent to strangle him, haunted her. She had mistakenly believed that she could deal with diana easily and underatimated her

, but her actions had nearly resulted in a tragic mistake.

Her silence was a reflection of her internal turmoil. The guilt weighed heavily on her, knowing that her actions had nearly led to a fatal outcome. Despite the poison’s influence, she recognized that losing control was still her responsibility.

"Esme Valhalle," Jay’s voice was sharp and laced with fury. He stood over her, his anger barely contained as he demanded answers. His eyes, blazing with a mixture of concern and wrath, bore into her.