As he spoke, Issac Shaw’s painful face hooked into a smile.


    But every time he said one more word, blood gushed out of the corner of his mouth, watching Vivian Mond’s heart shudder.


    “Shut up, will you stop, stop talking!”


    Guilt, guilt, remorse, surprise, all kinds of emotions came to her mind, and Vivian Mond was close to copse.


    She scolded, then opened another bullet, not noticing that her voice was shaking and she was on the verge of copse.


    Vivian Mond’s left arm was wounded, and as she held the bullet in her hand, more blood flowed from the wound.


    But Vivian Mond couldn’t care less. She just didn’t want Issac Shaw to die.


    She just didn’t want Issac Shaw to die, and she didn’t want to see him die because of her.


    “No, I want to say …”


    Issac Shaw’s handsome face had a frail, sickly look from his injuries, which weakened the sharpness of the scar on his face and gave him a bit more of an ironic tenderness. He raised his left hand with difficulty and tried to caress Vivian Mond’s face with affection, but because of the severity of his injuries, he could not lift it up to reach Vivian Mond’s face.


    Finally, his hand dropped to the ground in a feeble manner.


    He lost his smile, his lips looking paler and paler, “Want to touch your face …”


    It was that one move that deeply impacted the softness of Vivian Mond’s heart, and she couldn’t stop the tears from pouring out, blurring her vision.


    “I told you not to move, not to move, can’t you hear me!”


    She yelled, hysterically, her voice trembling.


    At that moment, the sound of footsteps came from behind her.


    Vivian Mond heard the sound clearly, but did not turn around.


    Immediately after, several people stood beside her, and Antina was helped up and came over.


    Issac Shaw looked over at Antina, his eyes falling on her gunshot wound, watching the blood soaking her undershirt and the painful pallor of her face, dripping with sweat.


    He said weakly, “Are you … hurt?”


    Antina looked at Issac Shaw’s appearance, widened her pupils, and a variety of emotions welled up under her eyes.


    In the end, she forced her injured right hand to tremble and took out a gun and aimed it at Vivian Mond’s forehead as she said, “Do you believe it or not, I’ll … kill her now!”


    “Believe.”


    Issac Shaw nodded slightly, as if with all his might, “That day on the balcony in the … bedroom, I … I said ‘die’ , is … unless I die!”


    Antina suddenly froze, her mind flooded back to the conversation she had with him that day on the balcony of the bedroom in Antina’s castle in C.


    She asked, “What exactly will it take for you to get over her?”


    He said, “Maybe death will break the thought of her.”


    And that ‘death’, Antina mistakenly thought that only when Vivian Mond died, he would forget her.


    But to her surprise, the ‘death’ that Issac Shaw said was actually his own death.


    This truth shattered Antina’s dream, her body went limp, the gun in her hand fell helplessly to the ground, and the mercenary beside her helped her.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    She stared nkly for a moment, looked at Vivian Mond, who was burying his head in cutting bullet casings, and then at Issac Shaw, who was badly injured and breathing weakly, and smiled mockingly.


    “Missy, should I kill her?”


    A mercenary asked her in English.


    Antina was hesitating, but she saw Issac Shaw shaking her head slightly, and finally braced her strength and said, “Wait for me … until I heal, I … will marry you.”


    Issac Shaw’s words are naturally negotiating terms with Antina.


    Use ‘marriage’ to exchange for Vivian Mond’s life.


    If it was absolute disappointment to him just now, then at this moment … Antina is desperate to Issac Shaw, cone of despair, liver and gut splitting pain.


    “Heh, heh heh …”


    Antinaughed, self-deprecatingugh.