Seeing that Grace chose to be the shooting target without fear, Amon’s eyes turned sad again…
Whenever he was in danger, his daughter always came to save him regardless of her own safety.
“It’s worth dying for her, isn’t it?” He couldn’t help thinking.
Amon reached out his hand and looked at Casare calmly.
“Give me the gun.”
Casare didn’t do so but raised his chin at the bodyguards.
The bodyguards got his message and immediately pulled out their guns to aim at Grace and George.
Casare patted Amon’s face lightly with the gun that Grace had fired.
“Amon, obey the rules of the game, okay? If you shoot me after you get the gun, the two of them will be killed immediately.”
Amon slightly curled the corners of his mouth into a resigned smile, to Casare’s disbelief.
However, Casare was only taken aback momentarily. He went around behind Amon, then threw him the gun.
The moment Amon got the gun, he indeed thought about turning around to fire several shots at Casare. However…
It took time to turn around, and this gun only had three bullets. The first shot could be empty, and it would take time to fire several shots.
During that short period of time, those bodyguards could have taken their shots.
He couldn’t risk Grace and George’s lives.
After all, Casare only wanted to kill him.
If he died, Grace and George would be safe After Amon thought this through, he gently stroked the gun with his fingers and gazed up at Grace as she waited. obediently by the screen for him to take his shot.
Her chubby little face, eyebrows, and facial features resembled his, but her eyes were bright and innocent like Rosalie’s.
Such innocent eyes shouldn’t witness a blo ody scene.
Looking at Grace, Amon smiled gently.
“Grace, promise Strange Uncle something…”
“Okay.”
Grace didn’t even ask what was it and nodded obediently.
Seeing her so, Amon was very reluctant to part with her but still spoke despite himself.
“Turn around first.”
Grace turned around as she was told.
Looking at the chubby little figure, Amon’s eyes turned red again.
“Grace, don’t look back when you hear the gunshots unless I call your name, okay?”
“Okay!”
Grace responded loudly, and her childish voice echoed throughout the whole theater.
Her warmth touched Amon’s heart, and he lowered his gaze as tears welled up in his eyes and fell onto the back of his hand.
After gently wiping away those tears with his fingers, he suddenly raised the gun and fired four shots at the wall.
Casare took out three bullets from this gun, and there were three left in it. Grace fired it once, and it was empty.
Now of the four shots fired in a row, two were empty.
There was only one left now.
Amon saved it for himself.
Without hesitation, he withdrew his hand, aimed at the direction of his heart, and fired the gun.
The fact was that he had long believed that he did not deserve to live, but he never had the courage to meet Rosalie in his afterlife.
Now, the shot would set him free, but…
He couldn’t bear to part with his daughter.
Looking at Grace with his teary eyes, he saw she had not turned around and curled his lips into a smile.
His daughter had obeyed his instruction. Even though they had only spent eight months together, she had grown fond of him.
At this moment, Amon suddenly wanted to hear Grace call him dad…
He wanted to know what if would be like to have an adorable daughter chasing after him and calling him daddy.
But he knew he didn’t deserve it.
He was destined not to hear her call him so.
Just like Rosalie didn’t hear him say “I love you”.
He thought at least he could now feel what Rosalie was feeling when she pa*sed away.
Only then he could die in regret toward her, knowing what she
had experienced.
“Amon!”
When George saw the blood gushing from Amon’s chest, he screamed anxiously on the floor.
“Let me go! Hurry. Let me save him!”
Keeping her back toward the scene, Grace heard George’s wail and seemed to realize something.
She wanted to turn around, but as Strange Uncle hadn’t called her name yet, she didn’t want to disobey his instruction lest he would dislike her.
Thinking that everyone liked an obedient pup, she wanted to follow Strange Uncle’s instructions so that he would like her forever.
Amon grunted, and a mouthful of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
Not bothering about it, he gently wiped the blood off with his hand.
Then, with both hands, he covered his bleeding wound.
He then looked at that chubby little figure.
He called the little girl, and she immediately turned around and ran toward him.
However, the bodyguard behind her lifted her up with a signal from Casare.
Held by the bodyguard, Grace struggled to get down, throwing punches and kicks.
She saw blood flowing between Strange Uncle’s beautiful fingers.
There was so much blood that his clean white shirt was stained red.