Chapter 196 - 197: Gosh, you probably don’t even clean yourself
Hell no, he wasn’t walking away from this.
She raised her chin, eyes glittering with a fierce, unyielding fire as she addressed the group. "Okay, ladies. If you’re angry—really angry at this man. If you’ve been waiting for a chance to get back at him, to show him he can’t just do whatever he wants... Raise your hands."
Without hesitation, every woman’s hand shot into the air like a spark lighting a wildfire. The air buzzed with tension and defiance, trembling with years of hidden rage finally given a voice.
Even the children, innocent and wide-eyed, mimicked the gesture, their small hands rising in solidarity.
Isabella’s gaze fell on one little girl in particular—a raggedy thing with a gap-toothed smile that belied the fierce sorrow in her eyes. "Why did you raise your hand, little one?" she asked gently, crouching down so their eyes met.
The girl’s gaze never wavered as she spoke with surprising clarity for her age. "Because one time, my mama came home crying. He had beaten my fox father so badly... None of my siblings could stop him. And back then, my mama didn’t have many mates to protect us, so she had to take a lot." Her voice cracked with emotion, but there was steel beneath the tears.
Isabella’s heart clenched, a pang of sorrow and anger knotting in her chest. "I’m so sorry that happened," she said softly, reaching out to squeeze the woman’s hand in comfort.
Turning away, Isabella’s eyes locked back onto the man still caught in Cyrus’s firm grip.
"You—" she began, fury rolling off her in waves.