When the cold, heartless “Delilah” reached her ears, Delilah knew completely – she had lost everything from then on.
A loss that can no longer be undone.
Anyway, it had come to this point, what harm could it do to go even further. Delilah’s fear just now all flew away, she grabbed the fruit knife on the table and clutched it in her hand, her right arm fiercely imprisoned Gina’s neck in front of her.
In a series of quick movements, she placed the sharp fruit knife against Gina’s throat, a reckless, perverted smile on her lips.
“There’s nothing good that will happen to me anyway,” forcefully clamping her elbow around the woman’s neck, Delilah simply tore off all her pretense and displayed the evil thoughts in her heart in front of Aaron without any fear: “I’ll drag this little bitch to my back even if I die.”
The shiny fruit knife was angled right at Gina’s neck, and the slightest struggle would have sent the tip of the knife into his throat.
Gina is no longer the little girl who only cried when things went wrong, so she let her clamp down and stopped struggling.
A contemptuous sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, and the woman’s voice was unexpectedly calm as she opened her mouth, “Everything that I have, has been killed by you guys a long time ago anyway. I can still take one of you with me before I die, so I can still take revenge. Not a loss.”
Full of indignation almost bursting through her chest, Delilah hated to kill this woman who had taken everything from her right now. Throwing away all thoughts, Delilah had been completely dominated by a crazy emotion, regardless of the rest, directly snapping the knife towards Gina’s neck a few points.
The sharp blade cut through the flesh of Gina’s neck, and Delilah even imagined through the handle of the knife the feeling of the blade grazing through the skin texture strip Aman and setting into it a little.
Watching the crimson blood begin to ooze from the neck of the woman being held hostage, Aaron felt his brain explode, a feeling of not being able to grasp was slipping from his hands, causing him to be overwhelmed with fear and anxiety.
Whatever, the authority of the president whatever. No matter, the dignity of a man no matter.
The right knee folded down, and the left knee also lowered in the same way. Aaron knelt in front of Delilah like this, hands clutching the seams of his trousers on both legs, head deeply lowered, the whole man praying in a humble posture he had never seen before, “Delilah, let go of her, please.”
But Delilah didn’t make a single move, and the blade was buried deeper instead.
The man raised his head stoically, raising his hands together to his chest like a penance, and his voice became trembling, “Not for anything else. Delilah, think of it as for the child in your belly.”
Delilah, who was already nearing madness, let out a piercing laugh, the knife in her hand shaking with her body, leaving crisscrossing wounds on Gina’s neck.
“Child?” Mockingly repeating the word, Delilah simply stopped pretending and greatly used the hand holding the knife to pull out a pillow from the hem of her bodice and slam it in Aaron’s face, “Is this what you’re talking about?”
Looking at the woman’s restored flat belly, Aaron had mixed feelings in his heart. The circumstances of the past days slowly emerged, in which the loopholes also became larger to swallow him up.
He has repeatedly put up with this vicious woman because of the child, but he didn’t expect that even this “child”, which inherited all his hopes, was only a lie made up by Delilah.
At the moment when the woman threw the pillow towards herself, the man’s eyes half narrowed into a slit and flashed a dangerous light. Finding the right opportunity, his shoulder muscles shrugged and fired, and the whole man lunged at Delilah who had gone crazy …
Aaron’s eyes stared at the cold knife and reached out to snatch it off.
Quickly slowing down, Delilah swung his arm back to dodge the attack and turned to exert force from below at an angle, plunging the entire fruit knife into Aaron’s abdomen.
With his last strength, the man covered his palm on the hilt of the knife and gripped it tightly, he could not tolerate Delilah pulling this knife out again to hurt the woman named Gina.
Consciousness wanted to be drawn into a cocoon that was getting lighter and lighter, and Aaron felt the strength in his body draining away from the wound in the small of his back. The blood that gushed out soaked through his white shirt, staining his pale fingers that clutched the hilt of the knife, and flowed onto the polished white porcelain floor tiles.
The blood meandered, wanton and spread.