Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 595

Arnaud took the gun handed to him by his subordinate and slowly loaded the magazine with bullets. “Jefferson, I’ll give you twenty seconds to walk out of the manor. If you don’t manage to walk out…”

He pointed the gun at Jefferson, who was lying on the snow. Arnaud muttered gracefully, “One, two, three…”

Jefferson coughed while he struggled in the snow. He finally stood up after trying several times and mustered all his strength to drag his broken leg out of the manor.

However, the manor gate was a huge distance away from him. Jefferson would not make it out with twenty seconds unless he ran.

Jefferson desperately tried to run to the gate, but it was futile.

“Seventeen, eighteen…” Arnaud continued to count from behind him.

“Twenty.”

When Arnaud was done counting, Jefferson was still a hundred meters away from the manor gate.

Arnaud felt deeply amused watching Jefferson, who was like a rat in the snow. He pointed the gun at Jefferson’s back and pulled the trigger without mercy.

Jefferson’s body stiffened. Staggering, he was close to toppling to the ground.

A few seconds later, a second gunshot was fired. Another bullet was fired into the left side of Jefferson’s back.

The immense pain was almost unbearable for Jefferson. Nonetheless, he still vigilantly protected the child in his arms from being injured even when he fell. The blood that flowed from his body soaked the snow red.

Arnaud put away his gun and looked at the red splotch in the distance. He felt immense pleasure well up within him.

He’s finally dead!

Arnaud’s attention was on the outside of the window, and he was oblivious that someone had quietly crept into the bedroom.

He soon saw his almost two-meter-tall subordinate’s throat being slit by Curtis with a piece of glass when he turned his head from the sound.

He loaded his pistol and

him before he could pull the trigger. He soon got hold of

grim, and he looked downright murderous. He grabbed Arnaud’s prosthetic right

face twitched violently from

felt almost exactly like a real arm. However, it required implanting

shot as the connector was yanked

just when Curtis was about to finish off Arnaud. Curtis was shot precisely in his right

away. He picked up the gun on the floor and quickly loaded the magazine with one hand. As Arnaud got up, he felt that something had been stuffed into his trouser pocket. Immediately after, Arnaud was

leaped toward

knew what it was, his response was slow. He did not remove and throw the object away right

his mind was somewhat blank. A woman’s face

never loved me growing up. Yet, that woman said she loved me dearly and was eager to be used by me. She promised to bear me many children, but she

any pain in his

I sacrificed everything? I hope that I will become an average person in my next life and also

snow and stopped at the

had just given birth or that she had stitches. She hurriedly pushed open the car door and ran inside the manor. A loud, deafening noise came from the

the dark stain of blood when looking in the direction of the iron gate. Her pupils constricted when she spotted Jefferson’s clothes. Rayna pushed the door open and stumbled along the way

let out a scream of despair, her voice

could run up to him, and

heavily. Rayna tried to brush away all the snow on his face

here too.” As Rayna spoke, she took off her outerwear. She tried to

only managed to keep

in Rayna’s arms. He managed a smile as he slowly tugged away his coat to reveal the child underneath

when she saw the child. She wept, bobbing her head in response. Kissing him, she uttered, “I don’t blame you. I know it

medical kit. Their

him. She muttered with a pleading tone,

It was already impossible

snow was getting heavier, and it did not seem to be stopping anytime