Silly Bride

Chapter 232

like he’s a good soul either. The crimes he has committed will earn him several death sentences.With that thought in mind, Jacinta took out the pistol she had been hiding in her pocket. She had taken it from a dead person.With a bang, she fired the first shot she had ever made in her life.However, she was unskilled in shooting, and hence, it was a miss.Instead of hitting Zyon, the bullet scraped past his shoulder and buried itself in the ground behind him.Nevertheless, the action of firing was no longer as unfamiliar to Jacinta when she fired the second and third shots as the two bullets struck him.The moment the bullets went into Zyon’s chest, Zyon widened his eyes in disbelief. He could not believe that an elderly woman who called herself his grandmother would be the one to end his life. Zyon was not the only one surprised. Winnie and Xavier were equally taken aback as well.“Granny!” Zyon was no longer in any capacity to pose a threat to anyone, so Winnie kept her gun away and walked over to Jacinta.When she saw her grandmother’s hand trembling from the recoil—even her body was shaking—she pulled her into her arms.“Are you okay, Granny? Give me the gun.”“Winnie!” Jacinta began crying. “I didn’t want to kill him, but he reminded me of the painful times when he kidnapped me. He promised me that he would let me and Rach go once we were in the open sea. He even called me Grandma because I’m an elderly woman. But he’s just an animal! He’s even worse than an animal. Not only did he vent his anger on us, but he even forced Rach to… He took advantage of poor Rach. When I think about what he has done, the only thing in my head is my desire to kill him. I want to tear him to shreds!” Jacinta glared at Zyon, who was lying in a puddle of blood.At the same time, she slowly raised the gun in her hand again.She had missed Zyon’s vital points because of her unfamiliarity with the gun. However, she was certain she would be able to deal the fatal shot this time.By then, Zyon was bleeding out from the wounds in his lung. The blood filling his nose and mouth was almost stopping him from breathing, and he could not talk either.All he could do was stare at Jacinta resentfully with his bloodshot eyes.At that very moment, Jacinta’s heart softened.Zyon shared almost identical eyes as her. Staring at the struggling, dying Zyon reminded her of herself from decades ago.She was unable to fire the third shot, but she also knew that Zyon was not going to survive until the next morning came.“Winnie, can we go?” Jacinta did not want to stay to watch her own grandson die.“Okay, I’ll bring you home.”Right as Winnie said that, a red dot appeared between her brows. Someone had aimed their gun at