Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband

Chapter 450 My Little Princess

"This is the punishment from a father to his daughter, which was perfectly justified!"

Sean's voice rang out, his anger boiling over.

Consumed by rage, Sean had lost all sense of reason. He was genuinely afraid of Melody-after all, she was capable of madness. Just moments ago, she had cut off Suzanna's finger without hesitation.

At this point, what wasn't she capable of doing?

But with so many people in the hall, all eyes on them, Sean still clung to one thing-he was Melody's biological father.

And this was Cleussau, a land steeped in filial piety.

Here, a daughter bullying her younger sister, striking her father, and driving her own grandfather to near collapse from rage would be committing a grave violation of the cultural and moral foundation of filial respect.

Standing by Melody's side, Tyrell listened to Sean's arrogant words-his tone laced with threats as he spoke of "family law" and punishments.

Anyone could hear it-Sean was trying to intimidate Melody.

But why did he think such threats would work on her?

Unless ...

Unless every punishment Sean mentioned had already been inflicted on Melody before? Tyrell's gaze dropped, his sharp eyes settling on the slender girl by his side.

Melody still appeared small and delicate.

Yet, her back was ramrod straight, like a resilient frost flower blooming defiantly amidst the winter's chill. For some reason, Tyrell's mind was suddenly flooded with memories of Melody he had cherished for 11 years, the treasure he had pampered for a decade. He had once treated her so preciously that if she so much as furrowed her brow, he and Martin would storm into her school and rough up any classmate who might have upset her.

The Shield family.

How dare they?

How dare they throw my little princess into a dark ancestral hall? How dare they beat her with the cane? A surge of indescribable heartache rose from the depths of Tyrell's chest, rushing to his throat like an unstoppable tide.

His brows furrowed even deeper. His lips pressed into a thin, tight line. His fingers trembled slightly as he hesitated, wanting to reach out and touch the crown of Melody's head, but his hand froze in midair. His Adam's apple bobbed once, twice, the ache in his chest almost choking him. He couldn't find the words.

Finally, his large, steady hand came to rest on the girl's fragile shoulder.

Gently, he pulled her closer, his tall and imposing figure bending down, his entire demeanor suddenly brittle, as if he might shatter at any moment.

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Tyrell buried his face, his voice breaking into a low, hoarse sob as he spoke.

"Mel, I'm sorry.

"I'm so sorry. I came too late. You must have suffered so, so much on your own, didn't you?" Tyrell's words struck a chord deep in Melody's heart.

She remained upright, her spine

straight as steel, her posture steady. She reached out to gently pat Tyrett's back, a pale smile gracing her lips.

"It's all in the past, Dad," she said softly.

In her previous life, she had been trapped in a raging fire, bound by chains that cut off all escape routes. She had wanted to run, to break free, but the flames had turned the metal into searing instruments of torture, burning her flesh until her body was covered in horrifying wounds.

She had wanted to die.

But she hadn't even had the strength to fight for that release.

In those moments, she had dreamed.

In her dreams, she had hoped for salvation-from Tyrell, from Martin, from Spencer ... anyone.

She had hoped someone would come to rescue her.

But no one did.noveldrama

She had died.

And it was an ugly death-so wretched that not even a body had been left behind for anyone to mourn. She had become nothing but a pile of ash.

A gust of wind could scatter her remains, erasing any trace of her existence, as though she had never been part of this world at all.

Melody's tone was filled with a quiet sense of regret and reflection, the kind of sadness that pierced the heart.

Her words made Tyrell's frown deepen even further.

He didn't like seeing Melody like this.