Chapter 1160
A last wish? The idea was so absurd that Miguel chuckled, low and scornful.
“Do you still see me as that helpless child? Look at who I am now.”
His eyes hardened in an instant.
“A cruel family like the Griffiths should’ve been torn down long ago—and I’ll be the one to do it. You’ll die by my hand, Maxine. Out of courtesy, I’ll allow you a final wish. Whether I grant it depends on my mood.”
As he spoke, the air turned icy and violent. The men behind him shifted into hostile postures, their faces set like knives.
Tension thickened until even the nurse—who had returned after fetching more supplies—quivered as she squeezed through the crowd. She yanked open the operating room door and hurried inside.
Once the door closed, the nurse stammered to the lead surgeon,
“Th-they’re fighting out there… so many. I saw Jason—he’s on the floor, covered in blood!”
The doctor’s eyes flicked to Paulina; a cold sweat broke across his brow.
Paulina did not flinch.
“I said before that the Evans family will handle whatever’s outside. This is not your concern. Do your jobs,” she said, steady as rock in the rising panic.
The medical staff fell silent. They bowed their heads and returned to their tasks.
After calming the team, Paulina turned to Elliana, who gritted her teeth through another contraction.
Paulina looked composed, though panic churned beneath her calm. Jason was down. The enemies could burst in at any second. What could she do?
Elliana had heard the nurse. The mental image of Jason sprawled in blood stabbed at her heart. Jason was the kind of man who would never abandon his post unless he truly could not stand. That thought cut deep. Concern tugged at her, but she could not indulge it. Her babies came first. She would not let the chaos outside spark a crisis inside.
She forced her breathing to slow and focused every sense on her belly.
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Another wave of pain hit. She pushed with everything she had.
Outside the operating room, Maxine’s stare never left Miguel.
“So you’re the head of the Evernight Alliance, aren’t you?” she asked.
In Delta, that name alone made people quake.
The Evernight Alliance wasn’t a single entity but a vast web of countless factions—big and small—bound together under one name.
Each of these factions, on its own, was a storm no one wished to face. Once, they had been bitter enemies, locked in endless feuds, each too proud to bow to another. Chaos had ruled their world.
Then Miguel had entered the picture. He broke them, one by one, crushing every challenger until they all stood beneath his banner. By sheer will and power, he forged them into one unstoppable force—with himself as their absolute ruler.
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