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My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 427

Summary for Chapter 427: My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace

Update Chapter 427 of My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace by Candice Bishop

With the author's famous My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace series, Candice Bishop captivates readers with every word. Dive into chapter Chapter 427, where love anecdotes intertwine with plot twists and hidden demons. Will the next chapters of the My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace series be available today?
Key: My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace Chapter 427

"No!"

At the back, a chubby boy raised his hand.

"He's a mute. He can't speak!"

"Hahahaha!!!"

"Mute! Mute!"

The air immediately filled with riotous laughter, the bare mockery making Orion's small hands clutch the hem of his shirt tightly.

Hyman was a bit surprised. How could there be a mute kid?

He walked over to check on him, a girl, emboldened by the jeering crowd and Hyman's approach, maliciously yanked off his mask, "Do mutes not have mouths or what. Ah!!!"

When the boy's left cheek, disfigured with a hideous scar, was revealed, it startled everyone. Hyman's steps halted.

"That's horrifying!"

"Freak!"

"Monster!"

"No wonder he always wears a mask. Without it, he'd scare everyone to death!"

Endless attacks and mockery came from all directions like a tidal wave, drowning him.

Orion's face turned pale, his eyes deep and deep like a bottomless pool. He picked up his mask and put it back on.

Hyman put an end to the commotion, forbidding anyone from causing a ruckus again, but soon, this gossip spread everywhere.

"Did you hear about the kid next door who always wears a mask? He's a monster!"

"One side of his face is all scars, like a devil. It's terrifying!"

"I heard he was born a freak and even caused his parents' deaths. That's why no one ever picks him up!"

"Mind your own business, get lost!"

The boys yelled while people around were pulling Xanthea away, "Xan, maybe we should not intervene? It's scary."

Xanthea frowned, furious, "They're bullying the weak; I'm definitely intervene. Stop it!"

The girl's clear, tender voice rang out, and the boy who had been cold and emotionless even while being beaten, suddenly showed a hint of panic in his eyes.

Is it her?

The deepest sense of shame and inferiority surged up inside him. He tightened his grip.

He wasn't afraid to expose himself in front of anyone, nor did he care about anyone's gaze, but... he was terrified of the angel seeing him in his pathetic, ugly state.

"A bold one, huh?"

The boys stopped. The leader of the group took a glance at Xanthea and was struck by her beauty, "Well, what do we have here, a pretty little girl? For your sake, we'll forgive what you just said. But don't meddle in our business!"

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