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.

to me? What did you do

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

with Irene as a front

managed to release one hand, and so she broke Irene’s wrist with precision. She still had time, and with a few more seconds, Sophia would

scrambled to snatch the lighter away from the ground because she was determined

events. Irene, who had just grabbed the lighter from the ground, wailed in agony

Irene was on the ground, but there was a knife sticking out of her back. In fact, Irene had prepared that particular knife to

hand grabbed and retrieved

was already dead on the floor. She then looked up at the black figure who

fact that it had murdered somebody. After a pause,

“Sean, it’s you!”

who barged in was none other than

and the color drained from Sean’s face while he stared at Irene, who was slumped on the

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

and it was wound around Sophia multiple times. Therefore, 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 Sophia alive while she was tied to the pole. They were

are you here? Where are

the rope, but it was tied so tightly around her that she could barely breathe right now.

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