Chapter 120 Chanting for the Dead

• Edward forced himself to bear the tearing pain ripping through his wounds. He leaned back against the seat, breathing deep and hard, but the agony still showed. His voice shook as he laughed. “Since she wants to come after me, if I just stroll in like nothing happened, won’t that make my ‘crime’ worse?”
• Mr. Murphy’s expression froze. His chest tightened, anger pressing down. In his eyes, this move from Edward was pure helplessness—he’d chosen to show his injuries on purpose to the old Master’s widow. If the one hurt had been Chen Tiansheng, he’d never have to do this. In the Raine family, Chen Tiansheng was the old Master’s widow’s good grandson. If he got hurt, he’d only need to kneel before her and whimper a couple times, and she’d fight for him. But Edward had to split open wounds that were almost healed, just to wring one step of compromise out of her. Same family, worlds apart.
• “It’s fine, Mr. Murphy.” Edward smiled and tried to comfort him, then said to Kunlun at the wheel, “Quit staring. Get us in there. If we wait, the blood will clot.” Kunlun forced a casual smile and eased the Rolls-Royce forward, but the taste on his face was all bitterness and resignation. Birth really makes people burn.