My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 421

"Xan!"

Oliver dashed upstairs and saw Xanthea gripped a knife, struggling to cut through the thick iron chains binding the little boy to a concrete pillar amid the blazing fire.

Above her, a beam was being consumed by the flames, creaking ominously as it threatened to collapse.

"Xan, run!"

He rushed in, grabbed her hand, and tried to pull her away, but she clung to the chain and refused to leave.

"Uncle, save him! Please save him!"

"Please, he's going to die!"

"We've got to run, there's no time!"

He barked sharply, forcibly pulling her hand away and picking her up.

Xanthea burst into tears, wailing loudly and desperately, kicking and struggling, "No, please—"

"Uncle, I beg you, save him, please!"

"Please, I'm begging you!"

"Xan, stop it, we've got to get out now or it'll be too late!"

The fire spread rapidly, the smoke thickening to the point of obscuring their faces. Orion, unable to hold on any longer, slowly closed his eyes.

He couldn't see the angel's tearful face, only hear her desperate pleas and the man's angry shouts.

Go, go, please go, an angel shouldn't die with someone as unwanted as me.

"Uncle, please, I'm begging you!"

"Who was the kind person? I must thank them personally for saving my grandson!"

"They didn't show their face, nor left any contact. Probably afraid of being held responsible if anything happened to the young master."

"Responsible?"

The doctor hesitated but spoke up.

"When the young master was brought in, his hands and feet were chained. It seems he wasn’t accidentally caught in the fire but was deliberately harmed."

"What?!"

Theodore's eyes widened, disbelief flickering in his usually steady gaze.

"Moreover, during the examination, we found many old and new scars on his body. The oldest ones are several months old. We suspect he might have been abused, likely by someone close."