Chapter 509

Early that morning, after finding out where Bowen was, Alvin drove over and joined Bowen and Mark as they entered the villa.

On the second floor, Timothy was carried down, and the two corpses were laid out in the center of the living room.

Bowen froze when he saw their faces. “These two….”

Mark also looked incredulous. “Aren’t these the couple?”

He instinctively turned to look at Alvin.

Even Alvin hadn’t expected that after searching bitterly for so long, the two people he was looking for would appear in front of him under such circumstances. Staring at the two faces he could never forget, his eyes suddenly turned red.

He covered his face and burst into laughter. While laughing, tears poured through the gaps in his fingers. “They’re dead just like that? How could they die so easily?"

He slowly lowered his hands, his shoulders drooping in despair. Yet his bloodshot eyes locked onto the corpses with a chilling intensity.

A nearby armed officer clicked his tongue and thought. What kind of grudge does this Turner family heir have with these kidnappers? That look in his eyes… like he wants to tear them apart with his teeth.

They remembered that it was supposed to be Mark’s wife who got kidnapped. But it felt like Alvin was the one who had lost his spouse.

Alvin tilted his head, still staring. Then, with a bright smile, he said, “Mark, do you have a knife?”

Mark frowned, not understanding. "What do you want to do?”

“What do you think?” Alvin shot back.

Mark didn’t agree.

Bowen furrowed his brows. Even though they were already dead, Alvin still had to vent his rage.

“Alvin,” Bowen started.

As soon as Bowen spoke, Alvin turned to look at him. “Are you going to stop me again?”

Bowen was at a loss for words. “Mark, let him.”

Mark glared, but after thinking it over, reluctantly agreed.

“Male… received thirteen knife wounds. Five in the abdomen, three in the chest… fatal injury was a single stab through the throat.”

“Female… died tragically. Eight wounds…. both eyes gouged out…”

This was from the autopsy report in the past.

Alvin remembered every single word. He took the army knife Mark handed him and returned every single wound.

It was what his parents had suffered back then. Even in death, these people couldn’t escape paying for it.

Alvin’s expression was vicious. Bowen felt both sorrow and helplessness. This was his own nephew.

After his brother and sister-in-law passed, Alvin seemed to grow up overnight, keeping all his pain hidden deep inside.

Bowen used the back of his hand to cover his eyes, tilting his head back, unable to stop his tears.

Mark turned his head away, unwilling to watch.

Nina, still a little unclear on the situation, slowly pieced it together. These traffickers were…

“Just the eyes left…” Blood splattered all over him. Alvin didn’t care. He pointed the knife at their eyes and thrust down hard.

Right at that moment, Aubree rushed in.

The horrifying scene inside the villa made her scream. The sound drew everyone’s attention.

Bowen’s face turned pale. He had forgotten she was coming.

He shouted, “Bree, close your eyes!”

Mark’s heart sank. He turned quickly toward Alvin.

Alvin froze briefly. With no hesitation, he gouged the eyes of the traffickers. Blood covered his face. He turned and gave Aubree a wide, bloody grin.

The scene made it hard to tell who the real villain was.

Aubree’s vision went white as she stared blankly at the two corpses. Those faces…. She squatted down, clutching her head.

Aubree stared blankly at the two bodies on the floor, as if something deep inside her was about to break free. She clutched her head, dropped to a crouch, and couldn’t move.

“It hurts…” she whispered.

Even her fingertips were trembling. Eventually, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

Alvin threw the knife aside and coldly watched Bowen pick up Aubree and walk away. “Uncle Bowen, this isn’t over.”

Bowen paused. “I won’t let you hurt her.”