After My Death, My Husband Who Threw Me Into the Hunting Grounds Went Insane novel Chapter 9

Ethan was bound tightly, hands and feet, and thrown into the Bennett estate's underground cold storage.

Wearing only thin clothes, he curled up in a corner, shivering uncontrollably.

I paced back and forth in frustration, unable to do anything to help.

It wasn't until the day after Chloe's birthday party that Liam finally remembered him.

By then, Ethan's lips were blue, but he refused to lower his head to Liam.

His face was filled with defiance and fury.

"How dare you give Emily's paintings to someone else?"

Liam let out a cold laugh.

"You think you have the right to question me?"

He pulled out an ultrasound image, gripping Ethan by the collar and forcing him to look.

"Tell me, is Emily's baby yours?"

Ethan froze for a moment, then quickly recovered.

Instead of cowering, he smirked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"We were nothing but pure. How insecure do you have to be to think there was something between me and her?"

Liam wasn't convinced.

His fist slammed into Ethan's jaw, sending him sprawling.

"Impossible. I wasn't even in the country three months ago. How the hell could she be pregnant with my child?"

Ethan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly laughed.

"You can leave the country, but you think Emily can't?"

The smirk on Ethan's face made Liam uneasy.

He ordered his men to keep Ethan alive but rushed out of the room.

"Get me every detail of Emily's movements over the past three months!"

Liam watched the street surveillance footage over and over, his hands trembling.

The video clearly showed Chloe freezing when the robber appeared. Then, she ran away, leaving him behind without a second thought.

It wasn't her who had shielded him.

It was me.

I had rushed out of the shadows, putting myself between him and the attacker.

The knife slashed deep into my arm, and blood poured out.

Soon after, my fellow students arrived, scaring off the assailant and helping me tend to my wound.

Liam stared at the screen in disbelief, mumbling to himself.

"It couldn't have been Emily. She's always been so selfish—she's terrified of dying."

I stood in the room, watching his face twist with confusion and doubt.

It would've been almost comical if it hadn't been so tragic.