My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Kiki's face went white, she didn't dare to delay in the slightest, she steadied herself and went after her and Alistair's room with quick steps.

Kiki ran quickly, but she was not left too far behind by Flynn.

When she went after him, Flynn had just entered the room.

A maid was sitting in front of the bed, changing Alistair's diaper.

Looking at the cold, shiny knife in Flynn's hand, the maid was startled.

She couldn't care less about changing Alistair's diaper, she hastily dodged to the side and shouted with low brows, "Mr. Wallace." Alistair also saw the knife in Flynn's hand, and his dry face frowned slightly, and he looked as if he wanted to cry.

But as if he had forgotten what it was to cry, his face quickly returned to that expressionless look.

He could no longer find any focus in his eyes.

Kiki was afraid that Flynn would hurt Alistair, so she rushed to Flynn and grabbed his right hand with all her might.

"Flynn, don't hurt Alistair! Alistair is innocent, he's just a child who doesn't know anything, you can't hurt the innocent!" Kiki breathed hard and then spoke, "Flynn, the person you hate is me! You want revenge, you look for me! Freya and Mr. Fitzgerald have never interfered in Penny and Dylan's affairs, the two of them are still innocent, what does this child know! Flynn, you kill me! If you kill me, you will have avenged Penny and Dylan!" "As for Alistair, please, spare him for once, will you?" "Please send him back to Arkpool City, and | promise | won't go and get help. When he's safe, I'll immediately kill myself in front of you, okay?" "Kill yourself?" Flynn hooked his lips cruelly, "Kiki, do you know how much Penny and Dylan were tortured before they died! They died so miserably, their lives were worse than death, what can you offset with a light sentence of suicide?!" "Okay, | won't kill myself." Kiki was afraid that Flynn would kill Alistair on impulse, so she tried to change her words, "You kill me! Flynn, how badly Penny and Dylan died, you put the torture they suffered ona thousand times over, | can accept it all, | only beg you, let Alistair go!" Flynn had always wanted to kill Kiki to avenge his younger siblings.

But for sreason, when Kiki said that she was going to die and asked him to kill her, his heart, however, was extremely unhappy.

He just couldn't understand why he was so unhappy.

He could only, to the end, kill.

Although, making her suffer, he himself might not really be physically and mentally relieved.

"Kiki, even if you don't let this child go, you will definitely die if you fall into my hands! Why should | be merciful and let him go!" "Kiki, I have never been a good person! Heh! Mercy? That only belongs to the weak!" And being controlled by a woman, controlling his happiness, anger and sorrow, was even the weakest of the weak.

At this moment, Flynn desperately wanted to do something to prove that he would not be controlled by Kiki, and that he would not be the so-called weak one.

Kiki cared about this little brat, and he, if he killed this little brat, would prove that he did not care about her emotions at all.

He was not a weak person.

The light in Flynn's eyes becincreasingly cold, and suddenly, with a fierce force in his hand, the sharp knife in his hand, he ruthlessly stabbed towards Alistair's heart.

"Alistair!" Kiki exerted all her strength to grab Flynn's arm, but her blocking could not make much difference at all.

With a slight force in his hand, he directly threw her down to the ground viciously.

Seeing Kiki fall to the ground in a mess, Flynn's eyebrows frowned slightly, but the morose aura in his eyes did not diminish a bit.

He withdrew his hand, rubbed the sharp tip of the knife, and then stabbed at Alistair's body again.

Kiki couldn't care less about the pain on her body as she scrambled to get up from the ground.

She knew that the situation was critical and it was impossible for her to snatch the knife from Flynn's hand, so she could only use her body to block this fatal blow for Alistair.

In fact, she knew in her heart that even if she blocked her body in front of the cold, glittering knife, Flynn would still pull it out of her body and stab Alistair, and he would not be able to avoid it.

But as long as she had a breath left in her, she could not stand by and watch Alistair die a wounded, miserable death in front of her.

The sound of the knife stabbing into body rang through the air.

The sound was really soft and gentle, even, if one did not listen carefully, one could not really hear it.

But Flynn felt that the sound was so clear, even, so clear that it was a bit harsh.

Like a heavy hammer, it hit his heart so hard that he could hardly breathe.

The knife in his hand did not pierce Alistair's heart, but Kiki's instead.

Bright red blood, seeping out of her heart, hurt.

But she still couldn't be bothered.

With difficulty, she staggered up from the ground and shielded herself in front of Alistair. Her legs were so weak that she could not even stand, incomparably paradoxical, she was obviously so fragile, and her body that shielded herself in front of Alistair was like a big mountain that stood tall.

The wind and rain could not break it.

"Flynn, don't hurt Alistair! Don't hurt him! Your revenge, your grievance, cat me!" Kiki's consciousness, already somewhat chaotic, was gripping the edge of the bed with a deadly grip, not allowing herself to fall down.

She was afraid that if she fell down, she wouldn't be able to protect Alistair, and Flynn would kill him in a heartless manner.

Flynn had already pulled the knife out of Kiki's heart, and he looked at the knife in his hand in a daze.

He could only look at her as if he had been put under a spell of fixation, his chest shirt soaked with bright red blood.

Seeing Flynn still clutching the knife in his hand with a deadly grip, Kiki's heart was disturbed to the extreme.

Her eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, but she did not dare to blink, she was afraid that, if she blinked, Flynn would cruelly make Alistair bleed into a river.

"Flynn, don't hurt Alistair, don't hurt him ......" Her body, shaking, Kiki had somehow lost track of the light, she could only rely on her instincts and muttered these words over and over again.

As if, as long as she kept saying it, Alistair would really not be hurt by anyone.

She stretched out her hand, wanting to clutch Alistair's hand, but in the haze, she could still see that there was a large area of bright red on her palm.

She was afraid that the blood on her palm would stain Alistair's hand, so in the end, she did not clutch his little hand.

Kiki had not cried during the five years she had been sent to prison by Christ, nor had she cried during the tshe had been locked up in the dungeon by Flynn, when her life was worse than death.

But at this moment, when she thought of losing her shelter, Alistair would die a tragic death at the hands of the devil, her tears rolled down.

"Alistair, I'm sorry ......" I'm sorry, | can't protect you after all. I'm sorry, | can't return you to Freya's side.

Kiki's body shuddered violently, and she fell to the ground uncontrollably, her world completely swallowed by darkness.