Chapter 584 The Little Boy
- This scene felt eerily familiar. Whenever Finneas faced his enemies, he often spoke in this exact tone—bold, unrestrained, and fearless. But now, being on the receiving end of such a situation, the feeling was completely different.
- At that moment, he looked down at the frail little boy in his arms, barely clinging to life. A searing rage burned in his chest.
- “Why?” Finneas' voice was low and heavy.