Chapter 800

Chapter 800:

Janice’s eyebrow arched as pieces clicked into place—Leonidas’ mysterious disappearance suddenly made sense.

She recalled his last phone call, his voice a symphony of barely contained rage and hatred.

Whatever horrors Wendy had inflicted during his captivity had clearly left wounds deeper than flesh.

For someone of Leonidas’ fortitude to be marked so profoundly, the torment must have bordered on the unspeakable.

“Stephen, what changed? What made you decide to reach out to me?”

The words had barely left her lips when her eyes caught two crimson trails staining Stephen’s pristine white suit. Her expression hardened like frost.

“Is this Wendy’s doing?”

Stephen glanced down at the bloodstains, embarrassment coloring his features. In his rush to see Janice, he’d forgotten to change.

Now that she had seen it, he knew she would worry.

“I’m fine,” Stephen said with a lighthearted smile, as if the bloodstains were nothing more than casual blemishes. “If a few wounds can buy my freedom, then they’re a small price to pay.”

Despite his casual tone, his words pierced Janice’s heart like shards of ice, fueling her already burning hatred for Wendy.

“I couldn’t risk reaching out to you before—I didn’t want to drag you into this nightmare. Wendy’s a madwoman, consumed by jealousy.

With the White family’s destruction, I was meant to be the sole survivor. Your appearance as another survivor might have sparked even greater dangers.”

The shadowy figures who had orchestrated the White family’s downfall still lurked in the darkness. If not for Wendy’s twisted form of protection, Stephen would have likely met his end long ago.

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“But then I realized I was terribly wrong!” Stephen drew in a deep breath, his eyes burning with newfound resolve. “Even if I pretended not to know you, Wendy—that lunatic—would still come after you. So why should I keep up the act? Why should I endure the agony of ignoring my own sister when I could fight instead?”

His voice carried a quiet ferocity, a determination that sent a shiver through her.

Before coming to this decision, Stephen must have battled despair so profound that it nearly crushed him. Perhaps it was that very darkness that forced him into clarity, pushing him to this moment of resolve.

“I’ve had enough of being powerless. And I don’t want you to look at your brother and see a failure. Janice, I swear no matter what happens, no matter the cost, I will protect you, even if it means laying down my life.”

There was no doubt in Janice’s mind. He meant every word.

For so long, Stephen had believed himself to be the last of the White family, a man stripped of purpose, trapped in a world drained of light. But now, he had found her. A sister. A piece of his past that still remained, a truth that ignited something deep within him—something he thought was lost forever. Hope.

That single ember in the darkness was enough to pull him from the abyss. He was no longer lost; he had a reason to fight, to step out of the shadows and reclaim his place in the world.

Janice didn’t speak. Instead, she threw her arms around him, holding on as if she could fuse the broken pieces of their past back together.

An overwhelming warmth flooded her chest, wrapping around her like a cocoon. Was this what it felt like to be protected? To have family who truly, unconditionally cared?

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Message from Noa: And here we are, halfway through the year dear readers! Sending lots and lots of good vibes for everything good you’re planning for the rest of the year. God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. ( • ᴗ – ) ✧

Also, let me share this for the second half of the year dear readers, Joshua 1:9 “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”

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