Chapter 763 - Seven Hundred And Sixty-three: We Can Always Try (1/2)
The third point of view :
Niklaus had never felt as powerless as that moment he saw Isabella being manhandled right in front of him. The only thing he knew at that moment was that he needed to save Isabella and with the adrenaline running in his veins, he shouted, ”Stop it! I remember!”
But even with that, Deborah didn't stop and he had to shout alongside Reina, ”Stop it!”
”He says he remembers already!”
That plea finally reached Deborah's ear and she pulled out with a gasp. Slapping Isabella had been a rejuvenating exercise. Over the years, she had kept a watch on Isabella, seeing how she was glamorous and arrogant - the envy stabbed deep into her heart.
Deborah had the money to remove the excessive fat in her body surgically, but what was the use? Every time she stared at the mirror, all she would see was the fat ugly girl who everyone didn't want - even her father. Moreover, her appearance reminded her of her mission so she couldn't erase it like that.
So it felt fulfilling slapping Isabella. It made her feel powerful and on top. Finally, Isabella was below her and she could do whatever she wanted with her.
”So,” Deborah finally turned to them, heaving a bit from the small exercise, ”Do tell? Since when did you know about my existence?”
Before Niklaus answered, his gaze moved to Isabella. The girl had not shed a single tear throughout the ordeal, however, he could see the madness in her eyes. Deborah was a dead woman once she got out of here.
Isabella's cheeks were so red that there were signs of bleeding beneath her skin. The side of her lips was bruised and there were cuts across her cheek from Deborah's sharp manicured nails.
”I did not know about your existence until moments ago,” Niklaus said, making contact with Julie who was making contact with Sakuzi's men sent out to rescue them.
They were trying to identify the type of bomb Deborah used and how to neutralize it without setting it off unintentionally. They could have used snipers but Deborah was smart enough to block every little access to the outside. The windows were barricaded nor could they fire blindly else they hurt innocent people.
At the moment, there were only three ways to get into the house; the entrance door, the backdoor, and the roof. Unfortunately, both entrances were ridden with sensitive bombs, and the door leading out to the roof was lined with one as well.
Deborah was determined to die together with them if her plan didn't go well. On the bright side, they've managed to identify the bomb but they needed time to disarm it. Unfortunately, time isn't what they have.
”Are you kidding me right now?!” Deborah was dumbfounded. Clearly, that was not the answer she desired. She needed to hear it from Niklaus' mouth, him acknowledging the truth of the secret he had been keeping all while.