Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

No one could have anticipated the development of events leading to this outcome. Except for Vicki, who remained calm and composed throughout the ordeal. While everyone else present was in a state of panic, Vicki, with a desolate gaze, watched Fox without a hint of disturbance.

At this moment, Fox’s eyes were wide open, bloodshot veins coursing through them. Her meticulously made-up face contorted in a grimace of pain. A dagger was stabbed into her chest, nearly piercing her heart, leaving only the metallic hilt protruding, chillingly exposed.

At first, she felt no pain, only disbelief. Her eyes filled with terror and profound sorrow, she stared directly at Seren. This was the man to whom she had devoted everything since her teenage years, the man she had borne a son for, the man for whom she had deceived the entire Saunders family, resorting to any means necessary for power and influence. She had gambled away her very existence for the sake of a lifetime with him.

And yet, it was him, who had plunged the dagger into her heart with his own hands, without a shred of hesitation or the slightest trace of mercy, only disdain akin to how one treats garbage. Fox covered her chest, feeling the pain for the first time. She sensed the coldness, a piercing ache coursing through her limbs, penetrating her bones and marrow. Then came the coldness, bone-chilling coldness that made her tremble, like a withering leaf on the verge of being swept away by the wind.

Fresh blood gushed out incessantly, soaking her clothes, staining her pants, dripping onto the ground, gradually forming a pool of crimson.

Her trembling lips quivered as she struggled to speak, mustering all her strength to utter, “You… How could you… want… my life…”

She couldn’t complete a single sentence, like a flickering candle.

Suddenly, Seren forcefully pulled out the dagger, and in an instant, blood sprayed everywhere, even splattering onto Seren’s face. With a look of disgust, Seren retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping the blood off his face, before casually tossing it aside.

The last glimmer of light faded from Fox’s eyes, and with a resounding thud, she collapsed into the pool of blood. Her artery had been pierced, her heart ceased to beat. Her once vibrant face was now filled with terror, regret, and reluctance.

Silent and motionless, she stared wide-eyed, as if frozen in time.

Everything happened too quickly, leaving everyone around in shock.

Everyone assumed that Fox belonged to Seren, especially since she had given birth to their son. But no one could have expected that Seren would be the one to ruthlessly kill Fox, discarding her like a used tool, cast aside without a second thought.

Bride witnessed her mother’s murder, and her shock was overwhelming. She suddenly burst into tears, crying out, “Mom, Mom, don’t, don’t die.”

Although her mother had never shown her any maternal love, Bride still held illusions and emotions for her. Being inherently kind-hearted, witnessing her mother’s death was an unbearable reality.

She cried and struggled, trying to crawl towards Fox. But the black-clad person pointing the gun at her ruthlessly kicked her, sending her tumbling to the ground. She could only watch her mother take her last breath not far away.

Felix also never expected things to turn out this way.

Although Fox had always opposed him, he had never considered taking her life. Seren was simply inhuman, capable of killing the mother of his child without a second thought. Could such a person even retain a trace of humanity?

Luther had caught up to Felix by this point, firmly restraining him to prevent any conflict with Seren. Earlier, Luther had glanced in the direction of the archer tower, recognizing a faint figure that gave him a clear understanding of the situation.

Joyce and Darrin must have already taken their positions. With Joyce’s sniper skills, there had been no action so far. Joyce must have had her reasons for not intervening earlier, and given the critical situation, they couldn’t afford to act impulsively. The safety of the hostages had to be ensured, and no more casualties could be allowed.

“Seren, are you even human?” Felix angrily rebuked, “Westbrook is still young, and you’ve taken away his mother so early!”

“Heh, are you a philanthropist? I never expected someone as soft-hearted as you to be part of the Saunders family. Do you even deserve to lead the Saunders family? Trash is meant to be disposed of. The mother of trash brings forth a trash child,” Seren said, returning to Vicki’s side, laughing maniacally.

In fact, Vicki had long anticipated this outcome for Fox. She knew Seren was capable of such actions, and Seren had already hinted at it between the lines before, revealing this information. So, she wasn’t surprised; she only felt that it was unjust for Fox.

Seren, the one who had killed Fox, clapped her hands and said, “Alright. Our plan was interrupted just now when this bitch suddenly showed up. We originally planned to kill Carlo first, but since she jumped in front, let’s consider her the first sacrifice. Felix, I’ve already killed one person. I advise you to hand over the key quickly. Otherwise, I’ll start killing the second one.”

Seren paused and looked at Bride, whose face had turned pale. She grinned evilly and said, “We agreed earlier, who was the second one? Oh, it’s you, right? Well, look at how devastated you are. Don’t worry, I’ll send you to reunite with your mother soon.”

Bride, terrified, couldn’t even utter a word. She kept shrinking back until she reached the edge of a chair, with nowhere else to retreat. She curled up, trembling uncontrollably.

“Don’t harm the innocent. She’s just a child!” Felix extended his hand, gesturing to stop Seren.

Seren sneered, “What? Do you want to die for her? Sure, you can. Come here and exchange your life for hers.”

At this moment, Felix let out a cold laugh. “Seren, you’re thinking too simplistically. If I die, you’ll never be able to open the vault.”

Seren’s face turned dark. “Why not?”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Luther spoke up, “Seren, have you heard of iris recognition network keys? When a person dies, their pupils naturally dilate, causing the iris to disappear. Therefore, only a living person can use iris recognition. And the iris is a biological feature that cannot be replicated.”

Seren clenched her fists, her face contorted. She hadn’t expected this.

Felix shrugged. “Mr. Warner is right. The secret vault of the Saunders family can’t be opened with just a key from me. Overseas banks require a network key, which is my iris.”