The scene before them was utterly horrifying.
Mei Wei and Aman felt a wave of nausea churn in their stomachs at the sight. They quickly averted their gazes, glancing instead at the others in the room. Every face bore the same expression—shock and revulsion.
But no one was more devastated than the newlywed bride of the youngest son of the landlord.
An elderly woman held her close, murmuring words of comfort as the young bride, still clad in her red wedding attire, wailed in utter despair. Her cries echoed through the room, raw and heart-wrenching, as if her entire world had just collapsed—and perhaps, it truly had.
Her husband was brutally killed in front of her on their wedding night in their marital bed!
The master of the manor had a hard face. His expressions were hard to discern. But not a single tear escaped his eyes. However, his eyes held an aggrieved glint.
