Chapter 135

“Ethan!” Lily yelled in panic. “Please help my mother, she’s bleeding!”

Kevin, a grizzled, weather-beaten man with a cruel glint in his eye, turned to his soldier. “Henry, is the wound serious?”

Henry, a man as cold as the steel he wielded, replied dismissively, “No, I just grazed her thigh. She’s overreacting.”

Kevin nodded, his lips curling into a sinister smile. “Go bandage her, and you can have her in the room. Remember you only have an hour.”

Henry’s eyes gleamed with perverse delight. “Alright, she’s quite old, but I like older women.”

He walked back to the middle of the group and grabbed Rosemary, throwing her over his shoulder with a callous laugh.

Rosemary, frail and terrified, struggled weakly against his iron grip, her cries for help falling on deaf ears.

“What are you doing?” Lily panicked, her heart pounding in her chest.

“I’m going to treat her wound inside the villa,” Henry said, his voice dripping with mockery as he moved with Rosemary, who tried to fight him but to no