GoodRead"Everett! My son!" Amanda's voice pierced the chaos with an agonizing scream.
Bystanders caught on to the urgency, scalling for an ambulance, others dialing the police.
Only Dorothy was still clutching the knife so tightly. She watched as the blood slid down the blade and then strained her trembling hands crimson.
This was the second tin a short span that Everett had been injured.
The searing pain drained the color from his handsface, yet his gaze remained locked on Dorothy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEverett reached out as if to pull her close.
But Dorothy stepped back. "Why did you have to show up, Everett? Why couldn't you just letbe? I was so close to being free, to ending it all!" she yelled.
Gritting his teeth, Everett didn't answer. One hand pressed against his wound, the other stubbornly tried to grasp her wrist.
"I can't take this anymore. I'm really tired! Just think of it as my fault and my debt to you, Everett. I'll make it up to you in another life!" Dorothy struggled fiercely, not caring about Everett's injury as she fought to break free from his grip.
In the next second, she turned the knife towards herself! Everett's pupils constricted, "Dorothy! Don't you dare—" But his words were drowned out by her resolve, and without hesitation, she aimed for her own heart. Everett had no tto react; he could only reach out and grapple for the knife. His fresh blood surged once more, and she couldn't tell where did the blood cfrom.
Thrown off balance by his force, Dorothy stumbled and fell solid on the ground with him.
Everett's blood soaked her red dress and bit by bit, beca growing stain.
"Everett... Everett!" "I'm not gone yet..." His lips, now pale, twisted into a grimace of a smile, "Dorothy..." She let go of the knife and wrapped her arms around him as tears streamed down her face, "Are you insane? Why would you do this? Everett, I'm so tired. Can't you just letbe free?!" "No..." He still managed a smile, "You look... so beautiful in that red dress..." Dorothy didn't say anything.
"Don't wear it again." He added.
When Jeffrey arrived at the police station, Dorothy had already been in custody for several hours.
"Hey there, officer!" he greeted with a grin, pulling up a chair to sit, "I'm here to pick up Dorothy." "That's not possible; she's suspected of intentional harm-" Jeffrey cut him off with an earnest look, "There was no intentional harm, just a lovers' spat that got a bit out of hand. I'm here on behalf of the victim to clear things up!" The officer eyed him with suspicion.
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Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter all, he had seen the extent of the victim's injuries could gup dingin self. If the guy hospital, this could escalate to suspected murder.
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"The victim's alright now?" the officer asked.
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"He'll need stitches, so probably not in the best shape to chere m hereom himself you normation, you if can go ask him at the hospital! Do I look like I'm lying?" .
"They're married?" the officer asked.
Jeffrey nodded, "Yeah! Can you believe it, they've already got two kids and still find tto argue! It's beyond me, really." To bolster his claim, he even pulled out a photo from a vacation in Everglow City.
There, Abigail and Langston's faces were unmistakably those of their children.
The officer clucked his tongue, "Their arguments sound pretty fierce." "They manage." "This is managing?" .
Jeffrey pursed his lips, sighed, and shook his head, "What can I say My ovels" buddy's got it bad for love. His wife could kill him, and he'd thank her for it." .
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