The Warlord's Revenge

Chapter 122

Emma’s Sacrifice

The weight of our situation pressed down on me like a heavy fog, and as the days passed, the tension between Victor and me grew unbearable. We were under constant threat, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was the cause of his pain. The walls felt like they were closing in, and I was desperate for a solution.

One evening, as I sat in the dim light of my living room, my mind churned with thoughts. The shadows danced on the walls, mocking my uncertainty. I had to make a choice, one that would affect everything. My heart ached at the thought, but I couldn’t let Victor sacrifice everything for me. I resolved to speak with him about my plan, a plan that twisted my gut but felt necessary.

When Victor walked through the door, his face lit up with determination, I felt a pang of guilt. His presence was both a comfort and a burden. “Emma, we need to stay focused,” he said, urgency lacing his voice. “Jordan won’t give up, and neither will Grandpa Ben.”

“I know,” I replied,