Chapter 205


    Chapter 205


    After they left, Bernard tumed to Bryson, who was standing to one side with frightened pale face, and


    said, “Get a doctor for Liana”


    Bryson quickly nodded, “Alright, I’ll go get a doctor right away..”


    Bryson rushed out, and Liana, lying on the ground unable to move, strained to turn her gaze toward


    Bernard. Seeing his right hand wrapped in bandages, bleeding profusely from holding a gun just now,


    her expression faltered slightly.


    Liana said, ‘Mr. Laurence, let me help you stop the blending frst.”


    She tried to force herself to sit up, but was sternly stopped by him. “No need.”


    Bernard dropped this sentence and walked over to sit on the safa, his indifferent eyes coldly gazing at


    the glow of the setting sun. Liana saw the darkness in his eyes, as if he hadst the vibrancy of fe,


    never to be bright again.


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    Seeing Bernard like this, a wave of deep quilt surged up in her heart…


    Her lips, reddered from being hit by a belt, opened to apologize, I’m sorry, Mr. Laurence.”


    She had always thought that he didn’t care about Ms. Shultz, until he said to her on the phone with a


    helpless tone, “Liana, it’s one thing if others don’t know, but don’t you know either?”


    She finaly understood that he did care about Ms. Shultz he just hid that care deep in his heart, But


    because of her presumptuous assumptions, he was unaware of Ms. Shutz’s heath situation and missed


    thest moments with her,


    And because of her deliberate concealment, he didnt get to see Ms. Shultz onest time, leaving them


    separated by life and death with regrets.


    Thinking about all this, guilt and remorse overwhelmed her. Mr. Laurence, I’m sorry. I owe you, and I


    owe Ms. Shultz. If it weren’t for me getting Ms. Shultz involved with Joelle Vna, she wouldn’t have


    died so soon. I’m the one who caused her death…”


    Her injured eyes shed hot tears, yet she continued to apologize, Im sorry I’m sorry…


    Bernard gave her a light nce, his voice was as cold as ever, butced with deep helplessness 1:5


    not your fault, I’m the one who pped her and caused her to fall on a rail, elerating her death…


    After saying this, he lifted his bloodshot eyes and quielly looked at her, “Liana, I killed her…”


    In his forcibly calm voice was sheer despair, as if he had killed his beloved and could never escape the


    quilt.


    Liana locked at him in disbelief. She had assumed that Joelle was the one who had done it, but it


    turned out to be him. No wonder he was quilt-ridden to the point of attempting suicide at Ms. Shultz’s


    grave. The final blow was caused by him.


    Liana wanted to ask if he did it to protect Ms. Shultz, but felt that the answer didn’t matter anymore. Ms.


    Shultz was gone, and he would forever live in guilt and pan from losing her…


    Liana fell silent, and Bernard also withdrew his gaze, slowly looking at the setting sun cutside the


    window. He seemed to be waiting for theing of night, as the light outside dimmed, the hatred in his


    eyes deepened.


    It wasn’t until Bryson brought the doctor in that he got up and left, his figure so solitary as if he was the


    only one left in the world.


    Bernard went to his study, opened a locked drawer, and took out a golden mask and a bottle of green


    nt juice.


    He picked up the paintbrush and, facing his own neck, began to depict stroke after stroke…


    After finishing, he picked up his phone and made a call.


    The person on the other end quickly answered and respectfully asked. “Sir, what can I do for you?”


    He stared coldly at the night that had already fallen outside the window, and said coldly, “Caleb,


    tonight’s targets are Joelle and Sophie Ratliff.”