My Dreamy Old Husband

Sophia saw the knife too, but she didn’t say anything. Irene found Sophia’s cold and distant expression especially unpleasant, so she grabbed onto Sophia’s hair while slapping her multiple times.

“Beg for mercy now, you b*tch! I am asking you to beg me!”

Sophia’s face was swollen, and blood was already oozing from her especially fragile skin. Her nose was also bleeding, but she flashed Irene an eerie smile. “General Weber and Mrs. Weber were heroic figures. If they could see what’s happening right now and learn what their daughter has become, I’m afraid they would turn in their graves!”

Irene was stumped when she heard that. General Weber is my father… But there is no way back for me at this point. I have no choice but to kill Sophia. Everything will be back to normal if she dies. Besides, nobody would ever know how she died. To be honest, killing her is not my only goal because I want her to die in humiliation. I want her to beg for mercy on bent knees. I want her to kowtow to me while admitting her mistakes.

“Beg me not to kill you! Beg me!”

Sophia gritted her teeth when she retorted, “Go on and hit me! I’ll surrender if you are able to make me beg for mercy!”

Irene vented her frustrations by beating Sophia. She regarded Sophia, who was bruised all over, and she felt good about herself. However, something flashed through Irene’s mind, and she seemed to have realized something. Then, she spat at Sophia, “I almost fell for your trick! You are just stalling!”

Sophia chuckled while she replied, “It’s not too late for you to realize about it… Oh! I’ve succeeded in stalling for a few more seconds. By this point, the person must be here to rescue me. You will be dead if you don’t make a move soon!”

Irene was furious, and she took a lighter out from her bag. Just when she was about to strike the lighter, a small hand reached out swiftly to grab her wrist. The tiny and slippery hand was exceptionally strong, and there was an audible crack. Irene heard a crisp snap, and her arm felt numb. The lighter, which had not been ignited, fell onto the ground.

At that moment, an intense pain came shooting from Irene’s wrist.

“Argh!!” Irene held onto her limp hand, and she wailed at the top of her lungs.

you do to me? What did you do

with a hand. It was covered with petrol, so it was particularly slippery. Furthermore, her hand was small and thin, so she

with Irene as

She still

motive, and so she endured the horrible shooting pain from her wrist. She scrambled to snatch the lighter away from the ground because she was determined to burn Sophia

just grabbed the lighter from the

the ground, but there was a knife sticking out of her back.

that Irene was still struggling, the hand grabbed and retrieved the knife to plunge into Irene’s back several times. The knife stabbed into Irene’s vital points a few times until she

the floor. She then looked up at the black figure who had

it had murdered somebody. After a pause, the figure approached Sophia, and she saw Sean, who

“Sean, it’s you!”

barged in was none other than

and his fair face was contorted into a scary and murderous expression. However, the expression faded, and the color drained from Sean’s face while he stared at Irene,

he soon pulled the knife out of Irene’s body. Blood gushed out onto the floor, and Sean used the knife to cut the rope

no way of unfastening the rope because they were planning to burn Sophia alive while she was

Where are my

was tied so tightly around her that she could barely breathe right now. Although she was lucky to have freed a hand, it was almost

in shock because it took him some time before he finally rambled incoherently, “They are on the way