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Panic-stricken, Arthit ran off, leaving Charlotte bawling her eyes out in the rain with Mrs. Berry in her arms.

“Miss…” Mrs. Berry held onto Charlotte’s hand tightly. Blood was oozing from the corners of her mouth, but she still mustered the strength to call out to Charlotte, “Miss…”

“Mrs. Berry! Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. You’ll be fine! I won’t let anything happen to you.” Charlotte quavered as tears trickled down her face. “You can’t leave me like this! You’re all that I have left… I have no one but you…”

Charlotte could not imagine a life without Mrs. Berry, who was the last ray of hope in her life that she desperately held onto.

She would rather get shot than let Mrs. Berry sacrifice herself.

“Miss…” Mrs. Berry’s eyes were gruesomely wide open, and the tears strewn on her face were washed away by the unforgiving rain. The blood in her mouth made it difficult for her to speak. “You need to live… on…”

“Mrs. Berry…” The next thing Charlotte knew, Mrs. Berry’s hand had gone limp, dropping to the ground.

“Mrs. Berry! Mrs. Berry…” Charlotte called her name in a trembling voice. “Mrs. Berry! This is not funny at all… Wake up… Wake up!”

To Charlotte’s despair, no matter how urgently she cried for her, Mrs. Berry did not respond and simply lay lifelessly in her arms.

What had been an affectionate, loving, and chubby angel in her life became merely an empty shell.

She wanted to scream at

that Mrs. Berry, the caring and dependable guardian

uncontrollably. Looking up at the sky,

Her sorrow could

Why are you doing this

death on her pristine

have

to check on Mrs.

at a loss for words. He had no idea how he could comfort her

Charlotte about Mrs. Berry, but her mind seemed to be somewhere else. In the end, the paramedics left the

onto Mrs. Berry helplessly in the relentless rain. Even as the sun set, she did not seem to

after, but the rain

was far from a thunderstorm, Charlotte had become drenched inside out, and all the blood on her

Mrs. Berry back. She’s been in

wake Charlotte up from her trance, and she took a closer look at Mrs. Berry, who was in her arms. Wobbling as she stood up while holding onto Mrs. Berry’s heavy body, she cried, “I’m

me help you.” Arthit knelt before