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?!”

I don’t have a daughter, but if

the knife against Marilla’s neck trembling, its cold blade

your daughter was a student here, that those five guys hurt her, right? School bullying, isn’t

shock as painful memories exploded in her mind, ringing in her ears,

Moron! You think you belong in school? Can

school;

from her – she’s crazy! Who knows, maybe it’s contagious? Hahaha!”

shut her eyes tightly, her face ashen, her legs trembling, barely able

it with another. Your daughter’s still fighting for her life in the hospital. You should be there for her, not pursuing

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

the negotiation skills of a seasoned detective. His words were simple and powerfu!, striking at

sincere – a lethal weapon in any negotiation.

only did he aim to save the hostage, but he also empathized with the perpetrator, treating them as a victim, which often broke through their psychological

appeal seemed to

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

authorities, to the cops, to deal with those five beasts more than once! Just because they come from influential families, they just walk out of the station without a

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

understand your

swollen eyes, her frail voice shedding its prior terror for a touch of heartbreaking resolve, I’ve been through what your

“What did you say?!”

me. I’ll help your daughter walk out of the shadow, and find justice,” Marilla struggled against the suffocating fear,

a frail girl like you do?!”

Marilla Abernathy from the Abernathy family. Don’t

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