Harry did not stop until Fiona gasped her last breath, stabbing her body over and over again, leaving behind a series of bloody holes as her clothes were dyed red.
Hating someone is like holding a knife, wanting to kill them, and at that moment, how was Hattie able to avoid all vital points? Was she not hating him enough? Or was she afraid of dirtying her own hands?
Harry’s hands were covered in blood, sticky and uncomfortable, with splatters on his face as well.
He didn’t know how many times he had stabbed, repeating the action mechanically like a robot.
As he looked at Fiona before him, all he could think of was Hattie.
His eyes were burning, mixed with the blood flowing down his face, the pain in his heart reaching its limit. He had no more strength left, and as his hand loosened, the surgical knife fell to the ground, covered in dust.
Harry roared and cried loudly, this man who had always been so dominant now crying like a coward.
If he had known earlier, if he had really investigated carefully and known that Hattie was the one who had helped him, he wouldn’t have forced her parents to their deaths, and they wouldn’t have reached this desperate situation.
The Hattie of the past, who had said in a childish voice, “Harry, when I grow up, I’ll be your wife,” might really have married him. They would have stayed together for a lifetime, growing old together.
Regret, despair, pain, these emotions would not disappear in the days to come, they would accompany him like shadows, until death.
Harry had always thought he was alone, until Hattie appeared, and he felt less cold around her.
Now he was alone again, completely alone, with no one to accompany him, no one to love him, cursed Hattie, the one who deserved to die was me, not you, it’s me who owes you.
…
Micah took Hattie out, as a doctor, he had always had a habit of keeping a first aid kit in the trunk of his car when traveling.
The space inside the car was too small, so he could only temporarily place Hattie on the ground and then open the trunk to retrieve the first aid kit. He desperately reminded himself not to panic, not to fear, he had performed so many surgeries and saved so many people, encountering crises and accidents was common, the more critical it was, the more he needed to stay calm.
But he found that no matter how he reminded himself, his hands were shaking. He took out the first aid kit and opened it, searching through it, he found a box of medicine from the bottom, crushed one tablet and fed it to Hattie.
The hemostatic pack gradually took effect, but Hattie had lost too much blood. Without timely blood transfusion, she would be in life-threatening danger due to excessive bleeding.
The only thing worth celebrating now was that the bullet did not hit any vital organs, as long as she was taken to the hospital and the bullet removed in time, she could be safe.
“Hattie, can you hold on a little longer? You surely don’t want to lose your precious life for your enemies. You have persevered for so many years, Fiona and Harry will be punished.”
He didn’t know if Hattie could hear him at this moment, he could only repeat it over and over again.
“Do you remember the promise you made to me before? You said you wouldn’t become Elisa, you said you would live well, let those who have hurt you taste retribution… they will soon taste it, how can you give up?”
The sound of ambulances and police cars in the distance, Hattie was lifted into the ambulance, Micah followed.
…
As Hattie cursed Harry as a fool, she couldn’t help but mock herself, calling herself foolish as well.
She was not a smart person, it took her all night to come up with the plan to have Harry kill Fiona.
She was aware of the incitement crime she was committing, but she had no choice.
Max’s appearance disrupted everything, and if she died like this, it would be a bit regretful. Would Harry go berserk due to the truth of her death? Would he kill Fiona because of her death?
Just killing Fiona wasn’t enough, she wanted to see Harry suffer and die in pain with her own eyes. That’s the only way she would feel satisfied.
Dying directly would be too easy for Harry, she hoped he would end up like her, spending a lifetime in a dark and hopeless prison, facing bullying and humiliation day and night.
Now, was she going to meet her parents?
Dad, mom, Hattie misses you…
I’m sorry, I have been unfilial, I have harmed you.
Will you come to take me? Will you forgive me?
In the darkness, she seemed to see two figures, becoming clearer and clearer, her parents standing before her.
“Hattie, Dad and Mom don’t blame you; it was never your fault. You must take care of yourself, our greatest wish is for you to be happy, don’t give up on yourself. You’ve always been the daughter we’ve loved and awaited the most…”
They waved to her, saying they loved her.
Her life was not without anything, she had someone who loved her deeply.
“Hattie, I have never said this to you, I love you.”
Micah choked up, his voice hoarse. “I like watching snow in winter, taking pictures with a camera, reading and listening to music, admiring spring flowers, watching the sea, and coffee with lots of sugar. But more than all of this, I like you… winter is incomplete without you, spring loses its charm without you, there’s no one picking seashells at the beach without you, photos are incomplete without you… Hattie, don’t leave me, okay?”