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The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 136
“Grandma?” Tyler’s voice trembled, carrying a note of desperation as he made repeated attempts to gently coax her awake, hoping for any sign of acknowledgment. Yet, Lady Guila lay still, her unconsciousness a disquieting contrast against the charged tension within the room.Fiorenzo, sensing the gravity of the situation, hastened to Lady Guila’s side, his expertise sought in an attempt to discern any flicker of responsiveness. Despite his efforts to assess her condition, Lady Guila’s unresponsiveness persisted, her body rigid, her breaths the only sign of life in an otherwise silent room. Andrea’s demeanor began to transform subtly, a shadow of relief washing over his features as he registered Lady Guila’s return to an unconscious state.Tyler’s voice, now fraught with urgency, broke through the uneasy stillness. “Could someone please call the doctor?” His plea reverberated in the room, resonating with an urgency that mirrored the frantic rhythm of his pounding heart.The air thickened
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 137
Seated in his dimly lit room, Tyler grappled with a whirlwind of emotions, the doctor’s words echoing in his mind like a haunting melody. Lady Guila slipping into another coma was an unexpected blow, a cruel twist in an already intricate tale. The air hung heavy with uncertainty, a suffocating weight on Tyler’s chest, making it hard to breathe.He collapsed onto the edge of his bed, the mattress sinking under his weight as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. The room felt suffused with a tense energy, an atmosphere laden with the gravity of the situation. “This is beyond messed up,” he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with exhaustion and disbelief.The fatigue etched on his face reflected the mental strain he was under. He let out a heavy sigh, the sound an echo of his inner turmoil. Every thought seemed tangled, each emotion overlapping in a chaotic symphony. Uncertain and lost, Tyler sought a moment of clarity, a beacon of hope amidst the storm.As he ponde
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 138
Repeating his greeting yielded the same result—silence, an absence of any sound or acknowledgment from the caller. Sensing an odd discomfort creeping over him, Tyler considered ending the call. With a final attempt at establishing contact, he spoke again, only to be met with the same eerie silence.Frustration brewed within him as he ended the call, the unknown caller ID mocking him with its lack of information. Tyler’s mind whirled, trying to rationalize the inexplicable encounter. He rubbed his temples in frustration, attempting to ease the tension building behind his eyes.Attempting to place the phone back in his pocket, he found himself stymied by the realization that there was no way to trace or reconnect with the mysterious caller. The private number had left him adrift, disconnected from a potential clue in this perplexing puzzle.“Clara, can you hear me?” Tyler’s urgency grew as he attempted to make sense of Clara’s faint voice crackling through the phone’s connection. Frustr
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 139
“How could you?” Tyler’s voice reverberated through the room, a storm brewing in his eyes, blazing red like smoldering embers. “What have you done to Clara and my mother?”Andrea’s lips curled into a malevolent grin, his features twisted in a haunting mix of brokenness and satisfaction. “Didn’t you crave this, brother?” His voice cracked, a sinister undertone lacing his words. The smile remained, broad and unsettling, revealing the depth of a carefully concocted plan aimed at Tyler’s destruction.The air crackled with tension as Tyler lunged forward, desperation fueling his attempt to stop Andrea from leaving. “Andrea!” His hand clenched around Andrea’s wrist, his knuckles whitening with the force of his grip.Andrea wrenched his hand away, his gaze fixated on the ground, refusing to meet Tyler’s accusatory eyes. “What have you done?” Tyler’s voice resonated, a low growl emerging, bearing the weight of betrayal and impending fury. “If anything befalls Clara or my mother, I won’t hesit
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 140
“In your next life, avoid the trappings of wealth. Embrace poverty to evade such torment. A word of advice from your caring brother,” Andrea jibed, a mocking tap on Tyler’s shoulder, a final blow to his already frayed patience.Tyler stood there, his body a seething volcano of repressed emotions, every nerve screaming for release, yet he remained a stoic statue in the face of Andrea’s sadistic torment. Tears stung his eyes, a manifestation of the unbearable weight pressing upon him, yet he held back, his teeth grinding together in silent defiance.Andrea’s words echoed in his mind, a cruel reminder of the ultimatum placed upon him. Two days to decide his own demise, a sinister choice forced upon him by the very brother he once trusted. The agony of Andrea’s manipulation lashed at his soul, tearing through layers of trust and kinship.“You’re orchestrating all of this for your gain,” Tyler accused, his voice quaking with suppressed rage and profound bitterness. The realization of Andre
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“In your next life, avoid the trappings of wealth. Embrace poverty to evade such torment. A word of advice from your caring brother,” Andrea jibed, a mocking tap on Tyler’s shoulder, a final blow to his already frayed patience.Tyler stood there, his body a seething volcano of repressed emotions, every nerve screaming for release, yet he remained a stoic statue in the face of Andrea’s sadistic torment. Tears stung his eyes, a manifestation of the unbearable weight pressing upon him, yet he held back, his teeth grinding together in silent defiance.Andrea’s words echoed in his mind, a cruel reminder of the ultimatum placed upon him. Two days to decide his own demise, a sinister choice forced upon him by the very brother he once trusted. The agony of Andrea’s manipulation lashed at his soul, tearing through layers of trust and kinship.“You’re orchestrating all of this for your gain,” Tyler accused, his voice quaking with suppressed rage and profound bitterness. The realization of Andre
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 142
Tyler’s mind swirled with Andrea’s haunting words as the taxi navigated the rain-drenched streets toward the hospital, where Jane lay. Each thud of his heart echoed like a drumbeat in a downpour, matching the rhythm of the relentless rainfall that blurred the cityscape outside the window.His arrival in Milan once held promise, the scenic views had captivated him just as they did now. But that was before everything spiraled into chaos. Before the weight of a decision that tore at his soul: choosing between his own life and sacrificing himself to ensure his mother’s safety.The life Tyler yearned for in Milan lay shattered, a mere illusion, far from the reality that unfolded. His lips pressed together in a firm line, his throat parched, devoid of moisture as he grappled with the gravity of Andrea’s request. It was as though the more he attempted to push Andrea’s demands from his mind, the tighter their grip became.Andrea’s parting words echoed, searing themselves into Tyler’s consciou
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Time seemed to stand still as Tyler knelt beside Jane, his breaths shallow and uneven, each passing second an eternity in the eerie stillness of the kitchen. He hesitated to touch her, afraid of what he might find. With a trembling hand, he reached out, gently shaking her shoulder, hoping for any sign of response.“Jane, can you hear me?” His voice quivered with a mixture of fear and urgency, his heart pounding so loudly in his chest that it felt deafening. The image of the knife, lying perilously close, haunted his thoughts, stirring an unbearable sense of foreboding.Gradually, Jane stirred, her eyelids fluttering open, revealing eyes clouded with tears and anguish. A gasp escaped her lips as she met Tyler’s frantic gaze, confusion and vulnerability etched across her features. She clutched at the knife, her fingers trembling in a white-knuckled grip, yet the weapon seemed more a lifeline than a threat.“Jane, it’s me, Tyler,” he spoke softly, cautiously inching closer, his movements
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