Chapter 609
The officer killed two prisoners in quick succession, terrifying the rest into complete silenter,
Blood pooled across the ground, the metallic stench thick in the forest air
The chief officer charged into the woods and froze at the appalling sight, his eyes widening in horror
He roared, “He was just going to relieve himself! How could you kill him?”
The two officers blinked rapidly, their dared expressions clearing as i
gas they sta
stammered, “Someone said he was trying to run, so we did this
“Who said that?” the chief officer barked, scanning the surroundings. The terrified prisoners huddied together, their faces twisted in Nyer
The chief officer scoured the crowd, but Willow was nowhere to be seen.
The chief officer scratched his head in confusion. Then, it came to him, “It was the young madam of the Osborne family, Willow.”
“Where is Willow?” the chief officer bellowed.
Then, one of the prisoners pointed into the woods and cried, “She’s escaped!”
The officers finally came to their senses that they’d been played by Willow.
It was Willow who had truly intended to escape. She deliberately created chaos and manipulated the officers into killing Fletcher and his wife
The chief officer said, “Stop just standing there like idiots. Go after her if we don’t catch her, we’ll all be thrown straight into prison”
The ones who died were Fletcher and his wife, if they couldn’t give a proper explanation, they’d be in deep trouble.
The officers split up, with some staying behind to guard the prisoners while the rest gave chase to Willow.
Only after Willow had fled deep into the woods did the true weight of fear finally overwhelm her.
Willow told herself, “No matter how to
terrified I am, it’s still nothing compared to dying on this wretched exile road.
There was nothing else Willow could do. Running was her only option now
Willow thought, Just get through this forest and cross that mountain, and I’ll reach the border.
‘It’s almost deserted out there. Il find a way to survive somehow
Clutching this desperate hope, Willow fled like a madwoman. She tumbled and fell to the ground again and again, but each time she forced herself back
But the heavy iron shackles around Willow’s wrists and ankles made it impossible for her to run fast.
Additionally, deep in the mountain wilderness at night, she couldn’t even tell which way to go
One wrong step, and she’d tumble off a cliff. No one would ever find her body.
Worse yet, the mountain forest was a dense tangle of thorns, leaving Willow’s hands and logs crisscrossed with bloody scratches.
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