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.

do to me? What did you do

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

kept chatting with Irene as a front

wrist with precision. She still had time, and with a few more seconds,

She scrambled to snatch the lighter away from the ground

just grabbed the lighter from the ground, wailed in agony suddenly. Then, she

she looked behind Irene. She saw that Irene was on the ground, but there was a knife sticking out of her back. In fact, Irene had prepared that particular knife

pale and slender hand was holding onto the knife. When the perpetrator noticed that Irene was still struggling, the hand grabbed and retrieved the knife to plunge into Irene’s back several

Irene, who was already dead on the floor. She

at Irene’s body, as if struggling to come to terms with the fact that it had murdered

“Sean, it’s you!”

barged in was

drained from Sean’s face while he stared at

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

knife just couldn’t cut through it; even a fire couldn’t get the job done. There was no way of unfastening the rope because they were planning to burn

here? Where are my

but it 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 impossible to completely break

seemed to be in shock because it took him some time before he finally rambled incoherently, “They are