CHAPTER 110 : JUST TWO MORE MONTHS, ELLIE
Beatrice's fingers tightened around Bryson's handkerchief as she stared at the burning flames swallowing the Carnage base behind them.
"He was just upset and did all this," she whispered, her voice trembling despite all her efforts to sound calm. "What if this blast truly angers him? We can't risk all our lives because of that psycho."
The fear in her voice was real. Not imagined. Not exaggerated.
For the first time in her life, Beatrice had witnessed what kind of monsters existed behind the polished surface of the world. The masks. The weapons. The way Ethan had smiled while announcing her death as casually as if he was discussing weather.
It had shattered something inside her. And the most terrifying part was that Ethan genuinely believed he loved Eleanora.
That kind of obsession was not normal. It was dangerous. Deadly.
