Chapter 342 On the Edge

• "Nathaniel! Are you even human?" Frey shouted, her voice breaking. "That woman murdered your son! Do you understand? Your son!"
• Tears streamed down Frey's face, carried by the cold wind of the Alps, her eyes red with anguish. "She holds your son's flesh in her hands. Please, be human!"
• Her gaze lingered on him, filled with disappointment, before she turned and walked down the stairs on the side of the rooftop.