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?

managed to reach out with a hand. It was covered with petrol, so it was particularly slippery. Furthermore, her

chatting with Irene as a front to buy

had 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

her wrist. She scrambled to

the lighter from the ground, wailed in agony suddenly. Then, she slumped onto the

and so Sophia squinted while she looked behind Irene. She saw that Irene was on the ground, but there was

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

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

as if struggling to come to terms with the fact that it had murdered somebody. After a pause, the figure approached Sophia, and she

“Sean, it’s you!”

barged in was

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, who was slumped on the ground. His eyes were filled with complex emotions, including hatred and satisfaction, but it

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

even a fire couldn’t get the job done. There was no way of unfastening the rope

you here? Where

barely breathe right now. Although she was lucky

rambled incoherently, “They are