Chapter 683

The name echoed, tugging at the frayed edges of Aaron’s tightly wound heartstrings.

“Aaron, help me

Marilla’s pale face was streaked with tears, each one falling from her long lashes and landing on Aaron’s chest.

He wanted to comfort her, but any reassurance could provoke the hostage–taker, making her situation even more perilous.

Aaron met Marilla’s gaze before shifting his attention to the man’s bloodshot, terrifying eyes.

“Don, take a breath, buddy. The girl’s innocent. She doesn’t know your story, never met those five kids – she’s just an outsider here. How ‘bout this: I’ll be your hostage. Let her go, and you take me instead.”

Marilla’s teary eyes followed Aaron as he cautiously approached the captor, waves of guilt washing over her.

How could she have been so foolish? If only she’d waited patiently in the classroom for Lily to return. If only she hadn’t been so clumsy, maybe she could’ve outrun this.

But it was too late for what–ifs.

As Aaron edged closer, Don roared, “Don’t come any closer! I’ll slit her throat and jump, we’ll both be done for! Don’t think I can’t see right through you! You want to trade places and then fight me? You’re a cop; you think I can take you? I’ve already taken two lives what’s one more at this point?!”

have a daughter, but if someone hurt my sister like this, I wouldn’t stand for it either.

trembling, its cold blade biting

here, that those five guys

painful memories exploded in her

in school? Can you even understand

normal school; she belongs in

– she’s crazy! Who knows, maybe it’s contagious?

In agony she shut her eyes tightly, her face ashen, her legs trembling, barely able to hold herself

but don’t compound it with another. Your daughter’s

turned into a murderer for her sake. She’ll carry not only the pain of being bullied but also the burden of your crime. How can she bear it, so young and already so wounded? She’s tried to end her pain once; do

with admiration. Captain Ashbourne, though young, possessed the negotiation skills of a seasoned detective. His words were simple and powerfu!, striking

was sincere – a lethal weapon in any

empathized with the

appeal

talk a good

rage clouded his judgment again, “I and my daughter, we’ve gone to the school authorities, to the cops, to deal with those five beasts more than once! Just

Elmsworth Academy of Fine Arts was outside their jurisdiction; only now, with a criminal case, had they been called to the scene. in his district, such corruption – protecting the elite’s offspring

understand

shedding its prior terror for a touch of heartbreaking resolve, I’ve

was taken aback, “What did

the shadow, and find justice,” Marilla struggled against the suffocating fear,

can a frail girl

Abernathy family. Don’t believe me? Check your phone right now.”

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