Chapter 758
The expected gunshot never came.
Frederick didn't even open his eyes, just silently waiting for Maurice to pull the trigger.
He didn't need to see to know the look of disbelief Maurice must be wearing.
A pathetic self-deception.
He was threatening his own life, forcing himself to utter words that went against his heart.
All because he had never felt love, nor did he believe that in this world, someone could give up everything for it.
Even their life.
But he was different.
Eighteen years ago, when Marguerite saved his life with a simple loaf of bread, his fate had been irrevocably tied
to hers.
His gratitude turned into love over those eighteen years.
Fifteen years spent searching for her, and the last three filled with hate, regret, injury, and pain.
But all those emotions paled in comparison to his love.
So, what was giving up his life for her in the grand schof things?
He welcomed it with open arms!
A breeze began to stir, tousling Frederick's disheveled hair.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe surrounding silence made everyone uneasy, but Frederick had never felt so calm.
His calm, however, was short-lived. Suddenly, he heard an unexpected childish voice.
"Are... are you guys playing make-believe? Daddy Maurice, is that a real gun or a toy? Can you put it down,
please? I'm scared..."
Frederick's eyes flew open, and he turned towards the entrance of the rooftop,
where Teresa stood, her face a picture of panic.
"Stay back! Get out!" he barked, his eyes filled with concern and fear.
Maurice, however, holstered his pistol and turned towards Teresa, kneelingly opening his arms to her.
"It's okay, sweetie, don't be scared. Cto daddy."
Teresa clung to the doorframe, trembling.
She hesitantly looked at Frederick, noticing the bodyguards behind him, menacing
and armed with weapons far more powerful than a pistol.
She shivered as she looked at Maurice, her voice quivering with tears as she pleaded, "Can you please not
shoot? I'm really scared..."
"What's there to be scared of? Chere, Teresa, to daddy!"
Maurice opened his arms again, his hopeful gaze bordering on madness.
Teresa, terrified, broke down into tears, screaming, "No! | won't go! I'm scared! I'm really scared, daddy!"
Suddenly, Frederick felt a force rushing towards him; Teresa ran to him in a panic, seeking refuge behind him.
Her small hands gripped his pants tightly, burying her face into his back. Frederick quickly moved her to the side
to protect her.
Teresa's instinctual choice left Maurice stunned. He slowly stood up, and a
complex emotion flashed through his eyes, allowing Frederick to glimpse a hint of hurt.
"Teresa, if he is your daddy, then who am 1?"
Teresa continued to cry without answering.
Maurice shifted, looking down at the little figure behind Frederick.
His realization quickly replaced the initial sadness, followed by endless malice and viciousness.
"Teresa, did you always know that Frederick is your real father?"
Teresa still couldn't speak, but Frederick raised his chin, his tone ice-cold.
“Let her leave. Do as you will with me.”
"Do as | will?"
Maurice laughed, lifting the gun once more to aim at Frederick's chest.
"What if | say, | want your life?"
Frederick stared at his distorted face, his arm instinctively tightening around Teresa's cold little hand.
"Fine. Take it."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Frederick saw Maurice swiftly pull the trigger. Along with the loud gunshot,
the bullet rapidly pierced his chest. Surprisingly, he felt no pain.
Just a weakness spreading through him, his vision blurring into twisted shapes.
He wasn't even sure when he had fallen to the ground, only hearing Teresa's cries and her frantic attempts to
stem the bleeding with her small hands.
Her tears fell, one by one, on his face.
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