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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.

dilated while her mouth was agape. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, yet she could

could not bring herself to believe that Mrs. Berry, the

clung onto Mrs. Berry’s cold body, quivering uncontrollably. Looking up at the sky, her vision blurred as she broke

desolate beast in pain. Her

done wrong? God! Why are you doing

blood bloomed like flowers of death on her pristine wedding gown

should have

ambulance arrived at the scene. Paramedics rushed to check on Mrs. Berry, but

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

but her mind seemed to be somewhere else. In the

Charlotte did not move an inch and clung onto Mrs. Berry helplessly in the relentless rain. Even as the sun set,

soon after, but the rain was still

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

in the rain for too long,” Arthit

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 bringing you

you.” Arthit