Chapter 1959


    Persephone''s mind went nk. Gunshots erupted from the ship, followed by sparks. It reminded her of


    that night when she failed to leave sessfully—the ship had exploded with mes soaring into the


    sky.


    "Seamus!" she yelled.


    Persephone rushed toward it and ignored the bodyguard restraining her and assuring her that Seamus


    would be fine.


    She cried uncontrobly.


    "Miss, please calm down..."


    "Seamus is still on the ship!"


    "Miss..."


    "Call the police!"


    The bodyguard hastily pulled out a phone.


    The sounds of the fight drew closer, mixed with chaotic footsteps.


    Persephone followed the noise and saw Seamus running toward them. He was covered in blood, his


    steps losing strength.


    The moment he saw Persephone, he hesitated before he turned abruptly and dashed in the opposite


    direction!


    Persephone widened her eyes.


    Seamus ced himself as herst line of defense against the assants, standing between them.


    The two men who had caught up were the ones she had seen at the restroom door. They wielded


    knives, attacking


    Seamus with punches and kicks.


    Seamus hugged his head tightly, struggling to stand, but was quickly knocked down again.


    "Miss, run!" The other bodyguard rushed over, his head bleeding. "Seamus said to ensure your safety!"


    Tears blurred Persephone''s vision...


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    After that day, she needed medication to sleep at night.


    Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Seamus covered in blood, shouting desperately for her to


    run.


    Every time she closed her eyes, she heard the gunfire and saw bullets piercing the bodies of those two


    men, the man lying on the ground, convulsing and spitting blood...


    "Miss, you had another nightmare."


    Persephone abruptly opened her eyes when she heard that gentle voice. She moved, and the olddy


    was gently wiping her palms with warm water. Thepassion and love in her eyes were like a thick


    nket that enveloped her tightly.


    "Granny Catherine." Persephone had only recently remembered the name. The shock from that night


    had caused her to suffer from mild PTSD, making her weak and sleepy, with declining memory.