As she closed her eyes wearily, a familiar voice suddenly echoed in her ears. “Miss… You need to live… on…”

Mrs. Berry’s voice was joined by the sweet voices of her dear children.

“Mommy! Mommy! We’ll wait for you to come home!”

Charlotte slowly opened her eyes once more to meet the sight of her father’s silhouette looming above her in the skies as if giving her words of comfort. “Lottie, please live on… Please live a happy life without me…”

The voices of her family seemed to warm her heart, imparting the powerful strength of hope into her veins, pushing her to fight against the Grim Reaper.

She blinked and sluggishly clenched her hands into fists.

 

Flames of hatred burned in her bloodshot eyes.

You want me dead? No way!

 

I’m going to survive this! And make all of you pay!

With willpower alone, Charlotte pushed herself up and crawled toward her right.

There was a phone lying on the ground, which was left by Sharon. Its screen was still flashing.

and elbows. Her ivory gown had turned

was going to stop her from grabbing her

the number that had been carved into her heart

a dead-end, call this number, and

 I shall

phone rang once,

A baritone voice

I’m Isabella’s daughter… I’m in Coldbridge… Save me…

those words. The next moment, her head

that very moment, Arthit returned with a group of doctors. “Charlotte! Charlotte! Wake

when the tires of the ambulance ran over the phone as

that resembled a spider web. With that, Sharon’s phone was reduced to a piece of

still pouring from the heavens. The darkness that shrouded the terrain below seemed to parallel the unbreakable spell of the

the paramedics, “How is she? Is

dead, but her condition is worrying… and that lady over

words, Arthit’s expression turned grim, and he hurriedly made a call

end froze momentarily and then sprinted to find Spencer with his phone

follow-up matters. Out of the

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