...
Matthew looked at the woman in front of him with a complex expression, a woman who looked exactly like Peggy.
Despite having the same appearance,
he could instantly tell that she was not the Peggy he knew—
that kind of condescending, disdainful look.
Three years ago,
he had experienced it before.
That brief yet brutal memory had almost become his nightmare,
one he was reluctant to recall for a long time.
Now, standing before her again,
he found he could do nothing, only tremble uncontrollably deep in his soul.
It was the fear of the unknown...
"You've grown quickly, worthy of that little fool's favorite man,"
Peggy approached Matthew and chuckled softly.
Her tone sounded somewhat friendly.
But the next second,
a dark red bone blade separated from the shadows and then stabbed right into Matthew's abdomen!
An unprecedented pain almost tore Matthew's soul apart.
He painfully covered the area with no wound but that hurt terribly.