Max fired at Hattie, driving Harry mad as he pounced on him and unleashed a brutal beating. Like a crazed wild beast, his body soaked in the scent of blood, he only wished to kill the person before him.
“Why did you shoot! Why!”
Max dropped the gun, looking like a lost soul in a daze, not resisting as Harry punched and kicked him relentlessly, the dusty ground stained with blood.
“The one who deserves to die is me, is Fiona! Why did you shoot!” Each blow from Harry, a former boxer, landed on Max’s tender spots. The ferocity of his punches seemed intent on ending a life then and there.
On the side, Fiona was left stunned. At the moment Hattie was shot down, a sense of gratification briefly touched her heart. But before she could rejoice, Harry began to unleash fury upon Max, revealing a side of him in a state of madness that Fiona had never witnessed before.
Fiona had a gut feeling that once Harry was done with Max, he would turn to deal with her.
Harry, who knew the truth, would not spare her.
She wanted to run, but the ropes binding her had been tied into knots. She couldn’t free herself, so she inched forward, only to freeze as the punches ceased.
Fiona halted her movements and gazed in Harry’s direction. Confronted with his menacing face, Fiona looked as if struck by lightning, backing away in fear. But being bound hand and foot, how could she escape Harry’s advances?
Harry approached her step by step, finally bending down.
Fiona’s nerves turned to a taut line, watching Harry’s actions closely. She saw him bend down and pick up the surgical knife from the ground.
The blood of Hattie stained the blade of the knife, Harry half-lowered his gaze, his eyes burning crimson, their icy gaze piercing like a glacier, the veins on his temple pulsating. In his consciousness, apart from the image of Hattie falling, a mocking voice echoed.
“Harry, can you even claim to love her? Ignorant of the truth, you have no right. Don’t speak now, you don’t even have the right to kneel before her, you only pollute the air around her, tarnishing her eyes.”
“Harry, you deserve to die, you were smart for a moment but stupid for a lifetime, you couldn’t even protect the one you loved, spun around and deceived for over twenty years by a woman.”
Stop talking, stop speaking in his mind.
The voice continued, “What are you waiting for? Wasn’t Hattie the one who wanted you to kill Fiona? She failed, so now you go and kill her.”
“Kill her… Quickly kill her… Kill, kill!”
Everything he had held onto was now shattered. It felt like shards of glass falling into his heart, aches and pains spreading through his bloodstream, controlling his body and mind.
He held the surgical knife and approached Fiona, who pleaded tearfully, “Please, Harry… Even if it wasn’t me who gave you the chain years ago, I stayed by your side for so long. Even if there was no love, there were other feelings besides deceiving you. I am just too in love with you, with a bit of vanity. I will change, it’s been so long, can’t you let it all go? I will behave well in the future at the psychiatric hospital. I won’t appear before your eyes again, please, Harry, don’t kill me, don’t kill me…” Towards the end, Fiona didn’t even know what she was saying, incoherent, reduced to sobbing.
She said all this, just hoping Harry would spare her. But Harry’s gaze grew colder and colder, as if he was about to dismember her in the next second.
“Fiona, if it weren’t for you deceiving me, I wouldn’t have kept you until now. At least, three years ago, when you caused that car accident, I would have killed you.”
All along, Fiona was convinced that even without the chain, Harry still loved her, only to be later robbed of that love by Hattie.
But now…
“Ah-ah-ah-ah-” Fiona let out a piercing scream, feeling a stabbing pain in her abdomen. Instead of taking her life directly, Harry kept stabbing her with the surgical knife, relentlessly, as if torturing her alive, agonizing her.
Fiona screamed, at this moment, she would rather Harry deliver a fatal blow than endure this torture.
The intense pain shattered Fiona, and at this moment, she truly regretted. She shouldn’t have accepted someone else’s favors, shouldn’t have deceived Harry, shouldn’t have told Hattie the truth and brought her here. There was no room for regrets anymore.
Raising the knife, Harry brought it down forcefully on her chest.
With the last of her strength, Fiona widened her eyes.
This man hesitated not in killing her.
Pulling out the surgical knife, Harry muttered, “I forgive you, but who will forgive me?”