Chapter 171 I’m Really Not a Bad Person
Samuel’s POV:
I could feel it. Raymond was truly afraid of me.
Every time the carriage stopped and his little head emerged from within, the moment his eyes found me, he would act like prey catching sight of a predator.
When he climbed down, he would immediately duck behind Laila, not daring to peek out.
If I took so much as a single step closer, his entire body would go rigid.
That tension was the kind of instinct a wolf cub has in the wild when it scents a natural predator. His back arched, muscles locking into place. His breathing turned shallow. He became small, coiled, ready to bolt at the slightest movement.
But I wasn’t the enemy here.
I was the one who had pulled him out of that hell.
I found myself reaching for the note again, reading through it one painstaking word at a time.
Those crooked letters, some of them misspelled had seared themselves into my mind like brands.
“A tall, fierce man like him would whip us.
“He would kick us.
“He would hold their heads down for a very long time, until they could barely breathe, before pulling them out.”
A thread of violence stirred beneath my ribs.
It was the kind that surfaced only on the battlefield, when something ancient and merciless rose from the marrow of a wolf’s blood.
Those men. Even if they fled to the ends of the earth, I would hunt them down. I would tear their throats out and let them taste what it felt like to have their heads forced underwater until their lungs burned.
For Raymond.
For those three thousand children.
For every single life they had shattered.
The following morning, I began my attempt to correct matters.
I deliberately softened my voice and slowed my movements.
Before appearing in Raymond’s line of sight, I drew in a steady breath and forced down the battlefield brutality that had long since seeped into my bones.

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