Requiem of a Broken Heart

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Chapter 63 Chapter 63: But she quickly composed herself and adjusted her outfit before heading to the side hall.

As she approached the corridor, she unexpectedly spotted Rachel's brother.

Jeffrey tensed up the moment he saw Doris, but after hesitating for a bit, he mustered the courage to walk up to her.

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"M-Miss, excuse me. I-I think I'm lost. C-can you helpfind the way?" Doris flashed a sweet smile. "Sure. Where do you need to go?" "T-The restroom." "Just go straight, then take a left." "T-Thank you!" The restroom was far from the side hall. That meant any disturbance would immediately draw attention.

A devious smile crept onto Doris's lips.

Ten minutes later, a shrill scream shattered the silence. "Help! No! Help me! Somebody, help!" The entire side hall heard the chilling cry.

Carol's heart lurched, her face paling as she ordered, "Quick! Go see what's going on!" Rachel moved with graceful swiftness, her instincts propelling her forward. She was the first to rush over, her heart pounding as she stepped into the open air. The scene that greeted her was one of chaos and distress.

Doris sat on the floor, her hair tangled and disheveled, her face streaked with tears. She looked utterly broken, her shoulders trembling as she clutched herself, a picture of misery.

"What happened?" Rachel asked, her voice tinged with urgency and concern.

Your next story is here gVlBut before Doris could respond, her gaze shifted, and she caught sight of Jeffrey.

"Jeffrey!" Rachel's voice softened, her concern growing as she rushed toward him. Her steps were quick but deliberate. "Jeffrey, what happened? Are you okay?" Rachel scanned Jeffrey frantically, her eyes desperately searching for any signs of injury, but her anxiety only deepened as she took in his appearance. His clothes were wrinkled and disordered, and his face held an expression of utter dread.

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Jeffrey stood motionless, his eyes lowered, his lips pressed into a thin line as if words failed him. He looked more fragile than Rachel had ever seen him.

"Don't worry, Jeffrey, I'm here, and I won't let anything happen to you," Rachel whispered, ker voice sadthing and steady. She gently held Jeffrey, her hands soft but firm, offering a warmth that only she could provide. "You're safe now. I promise."

Meanwhile, Doris remained crumpled on the floor, her hair tangled. She brushed aside strands of her long, disheveled hair, revealing a facem streaked with tears. But what caught the eye immediately were the red scratches marring her skin. One of them was particularly deep, the broken skin oozing tiny beads of blood. The sight was devastating for someone like Doris, who took immense pride in her appearance.

"Doris! What happened to you?" Carol stepped forward, her eyes quickly scanning the scene, taking in the situation with a sharp, assessing gaze.

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