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?!”

get it; I really do. I don’t have a daughter, but if someone hurt my sister like this, I wouldn’t stand for it either. I’d

Marilla’s neck trembling, its cold blade biting

know your daughter was a student here, that those five guys hurt her, right? School

her mind, ringing in her ears, a relentless

Retard! Moron! You think you belong in school? Can you

normal school; she belongs in an

– she’s crazy! Who knows, maybe

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

compound it with another. Your daughter’s still fighting for her life in the hospital. You should be there for her, not pursuing revenge that will only lead you

but also the burden of your crime. How can she bear it, so young and already so wounded?

his fellow officers looked on with admiration. Captain Ashbourne, though young, possessed the negotiation skills of a seasoned detective. His words were simple

all, he was sincere – a lethal

to save the hostage, but he also empathized with the perpetrator, treating them as a victim,

appeal seemed to

cops talk a good game but can’t do squat!”

to the school authorities, to the cops, to deal with those five beasts more than once! Just because they come from influential families, they just walk

that, Aaron felt a surge of righteous anger. The 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 and the collusion of officials and merchants –

I understand your

terror for a touch of heartbreaking resolve, I’ve been

was taken aback, “What did you say?!”

shadow, and find

a frail girl like you

am Marilla Abernathy from the Abernathy family. Don’t believe me? Check your phone

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