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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 the top of her lungs, yet she could not even make

the caring and dependable guardian in her life, had left

at the sky, her vision

beast in pain. Her

have I done wrong? God! Why are you doing this

flowers of death on her pristine wedding

should have been me

scene. Paramedics rushed to check on Mrs.

who stood beside her, was at a loss for words. He had no idea how he could comfort her

talk to Charlotte about Mrs. Berry, but her mind seemed to be somewhere else.

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

the rain was still pouring from the

thunderstorm, Charlotte had become drenched inside out, and all the blood on her

been in

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,

you.” Arthit knelt