After saying that, he coldly walked out of the basement.
Behind him came the sound of a whip striking Lucie viciously. Her shrill screams echoed endlessly through the basement.
Nikolai returned to the mansion alone.
In the living room, that smiling face was no longer there.
No one would cling to him playfully asking for kisses, no one would secretly draw a mustache on his face while he slept, and no one would thoughtfully prepare heating pads for him before winter arrived.
Those sweet and tender memories felt like a dream that had already faded away, leaving behind nothing but cold emptiness.
Exhausted, Nikolai sat down on the sofa and raised a hand to cover his eyes, looking as though his entire soul had been hollowed out.
At that moment, the abrupt ringing of a phone shattered the
