You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1907: Our Time Of Death Has Come

Chapter 1907: Our Time of Death Has Come

Athena's eyes grew increasingly frenzied. "I used to love you so much, but you didn't cherish it. Now

that you've brought yourself to a dead end, don't blame me. What does Joyce have that's so good? Is

she prettier than me? Does she have more power and authority than me? I have the support of the

Yoshikawa family. I'm not inferior to her. Besides, I was the one who met you first, what is she

compared to me?"

"Don't compare yourself to her. You're not worthy," Luther's eyes held nothing but disgust, not even a

hint of pity. "You're just a beautiful facade, rotten inside. Your mind is twisted, filled with evil thoughts,

using children, committing all sorts of atrocities. You're obsessively insane, almost pathological, never NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

thinking you're wrong."

Christian fiercely shut his eyes, looking at the deranged Athena before him. It dawned on him deeply

that Athena had a mental illness since she was young, something he had deliberately refused to face.

He should have taken her for treatment early on. Maybe then, all these mistakes could have been

avoided.

"Hand over the remote control, or I'll shoot. I'll count to three. One, two..."

"Haha," Athena laughed wildly, then restrained her smile. Her gaze turned sinister as she interrupted

Joyce. "It's useless no matter how far you count. Even if you shoot me now, it won't change anything.

Do you really think I still have the remote control in my hand? Do you think you can manipulate me?

You're wrong. The countdown started when the basement door was sealed. Now, there are ten

seconds left before the sprinklers release the poison gas. Our time of death has come!"

Joyce, upon hearing this, tightened her grip on the gun, her pupils contracting sharply. Athena's

determination for death was something they had overlooked, and even if they sought help now, it might

be too late. Though she had brought a gun, it seemed futile.

Was it really the end for them?

She instinctively placed her hand on her abdomen. It wasn't just about them, but also about the two

children inside her. At this moment, a chill spread through her body uncontrollably, and she shivered

involuntarily.

As Athena began counting down, "Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!" When she finished, a "click"

echoed through the empty basement, followed by all the sprinkler heads above them simultaneously

opening, releasing wisps of white smoke that quickly formed into billowing clouds.

"Hahaha," Athena became even more excited, lifting her head and deeply inhaling the smoky air. Her

expression was now maniacal. "Can you feel it? This is the air of death, slightly pungent, with a hint of

fragrance, because I intentionally mixed in some floral scents. Making everyone's journey to death

more comfortable. Before long, you'll start feeling weak all over, your mind will grow heavy, then

breathing will become difficult, every nerve in our bodies will become numb, muscles slacken, the air in

your chest will diminish, until finally, you won't be able to breathe. How does it feel? Are you satisfied

with this suffocating way to die?"

Athena cupped the air in her hands, an expression of ecstasy on her face.

Vicki, crossing her arms, displayed a disdainful expression. "She's truly insane."

Felix quickly reached out, covering Vicki's mouth and nose. "Don't speak, try not to inhale the poison

gas."

Vicki pushed his hand away. "It's useless. Who can avoid breathing? "

She wasn't afraid of death. Even in this moment, there was no hint of fear on her face. Instead, she

wrapped her arms around Felix, holding onto him tightly, intertwining her fingers with his.

Felix gazed at her affectionately, not uttering another word. At this point, all that was left was to leave it

to fate. Not hoping to be born on the same year, month, and day, but only to die on the same year,

month, and day; he had no regrets.

Christian, unable to bear it any longer, rushed forward, fiercely gripping Athena's wrist. "You fool! Turn it

off now! Don't make more mistakes! How many lives are at stake here? And the innocent children

inside them. Are you even human? If you want to die, can't I accompany you in death? Since

everything is my fault, I'll die with you! Release them all! Now! Immediately! Right now!"

Christian roared, his voice echoing through the empty basement.

Unfortunately, Athena had already gone completely mad. Disregarding her appearance, she laughed

wildly. "It's too late! Everything is too late!!"

Joyce slowly lowered the gunfrom her hand, her face gradually turning pale. Was she really going to

die here? Would she never see Anderson again? Although the greatest stroke of luck at this moment

was saving Anderson and Alisha.

Her Alisha, her daughter, had never called her "mom" until now, a huge regret. If she died, this regret

would never be mended. She longed to be with her children, she hadn't even had the chance to be with

Alisha. The two children in her belly would never have the chance to see the light of day.

Thinking about this, she felt her heart breaking. She took a step back, her legs giving way, and she fell

into Luther's arms.

Luther held her firmly, supporting her, not letting her fall.

At this point, words were pointless; all that remained was to support each other.

In the midst of her madness, Athena suddenly turned her gaze towards Joyce. "I almost forgot about

the children. Joyce, your daughter, Alisha, still hasn't acknowledged you, has she? Haha, silly Alisha,

she always thought I was her real mom. This is the most satisfying thing I've done, seeing your

expression now, seeing how much you're suffering, it feels so good. I brought Alisha out of the hospital,

spent money to raise her, and I told her that I was her mother. She believed me completely, relied on

me deeply. You have no idea how much bad things I said about you in front of her. I portrayed you as a

malicious woman who destroyed our family, stole her father, and made her mother sad and miserable,

even having illegitimate children outside. She believed everything I said. She hated you, seeing you as

an enemy, hating you to the core. And then, she didn't hesitate to stab you. How does it feel? Being

stabbed by your own daughter? Joyce, you've lost. Your daughter will never acknowledge you even in

death. Haha, my revenge is complete!"

"Despicable! You're not human!" Christian raised his hand and slapped Athena hard. Too hard. Athena

was knocked to the ground, her delicate body lying there, blood trickling from her mouth, her once

white teeth now stained with blood, making her smile even more ghastly and terrifying.

She continued to laugh maniacally, her eyes wide and wild, "A little more, just a little more, let's die

together! Let's die together!"

She stood up, spinning and jumping around everyone like a madwoman, even humming a tune from

Rohomes in a low pitch.

"Everyone, you'll all die with me! No one will leave here alive. Hahaha..."