NovelEnglishChapter 760
Teresa shook her head, her defiance almost stubborn as she buried her face in Frederick's chest:
"I won't! | won't! | want to stay with you! Daddy! | want to stay with you!"
"Is it that hard to leave? Teresa, do you really want to stay with him?"
Maurice's voice sounded like a final ultimatum.
But Teresa wasn't looking at him anymore; she was frantically trying to cover Frederick's wound with her small
hands, but the blood kept gushing out, unstoppable.
"Daddy, | don't want to leave you... Can we wait for mommy to cand save us? Please hold on a bit longer,
don't close your eyes, please don't close your eyes..."
Meanwhile, the walkie-talkie crackled to life again:
"Mr. Winston, Marguerite has entered the villa; she's searching everywhere for Frederick."
This time, Maurice gave no response.
He dropped the walkie-talkie and pointed a gun straight at Teresa.
Bang-
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe sound of the gunshot was sharp and explosive, causing Teresa a momentary ringing in her ears, her throat
unable to emit any sound.
She saw Frederick yelling at her, but she couldn't hear anything.
The immense force of the impact made her fall into the man's chest, as if every organ in her body had exploded,
and her mouth suddenly filled with a salty, metallic liquid.
She spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Daddy... it hurts... it hurts so much..."
"Teresa!"
Frederick held Teresa tightly, feeling as if something in his chest had burst open.
He choked with pain, his eyes brimming with both blood and tears.
He felt hatred, pain, and regret for not having brought a gun to settle things with Maurice once and for all.
But everything around him began to blur, making his sense of touch feel unreal. Even Maurice's face, which
loomed before him, seemed bloody and indistinct.
"I once promised you, after signing the contract, Teresa could go hwith you. This outcis exactly what
you wanted."
Maurice's sinister voice echoed in his ears. The blood kept oozing from the gunshot wound on Teresa's back,
making his hand sticky.
The little one's body temperature dropped rapidly, and Frederick felt completely drained, managing only to grit
his teeth and utter one last sentence.
"You killed Teresa, aren't you afraid Marguerite will cafter you?" Maurice just laughed.
His laugh was calm and composed, yet chilling.
He leaned down, placing the cold handgun into Frederick's hand, and lifted Teresa from his chest, whispering in
his ear.
"You're wrong. It wasn'twho killed Teresa. It was you."
Right after those words, Marguerite, drawn by the sound of the gunshot, burst onto the rooftop unexpectedly.
She saw the chaos, saw Frederick lying in a pool of blood, and saw Maurice bending over, kneeling on the ground
with his back to her.
In that moment, her world began to spin wildly.
She was nearly suffocated, unable to breathe, let alone make a sound, when Maurice turned around, holding
Teresa, bloody and barely recognizable, yet her fate unknown.
Tears streamed down his face, a mixture of sorrow and regret: "I'm sorry, Marguerite, | did everything | could, but
I still couldn't save her..."
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