Chapter 734 I'm Not Him

• Ezekiel's kick was devastating, and the pain in the spot he hit was excruciating. Coupled with my pre-existing discomfort, I felt utterly miserable, especially while getting drenched in the pouring rain.
• My white dress was completely soaked, and I shivered, looking at the man holding a red umbrella before me. His gaze was filled with unprecedented cruelty and rage, but he quickly composed himself. "I'm not angry," he denied.
• "Mr. Hastings, you are angry, but I must tell you that what you're doing is wrong. These people... those who are killing each other here—they have been your loyal followers. They devoted themselves to you, so what fault do they have? Just because you are inexplicably upset, it doesn't give you the right to vent on them. You really have no mercy in your heart," I said it candidly.