Chapter 82 Avery Forces Darlene to Kill Him
Darlene swept all the food on the small dining table to the ground. The sound of the plate breaking was
crisp, and her hands were trembling.
But her expression was very calm. âDo you think we can go back to the old days? Then can you pick up
the things on the ground and place them back here again? I suddenly feel that I can eat them.â
How could the broken plate and the dirty food on the ground be placed back on the dining table again?
Avery sat by the bed and stared at the ground. He did not speak for a long time.
It was so long that Darlene no longer had the desire to say another word to him. She reached out and
put the small dining table aside. Then she leaned back and closed her
eyes.
âCan you go out? I want to rest for a while. You donât have to waste your efforts on these. things. I am no
longer interested in anything you do for me now, and I donât want to listen to your ridiculous remarks.â
Avery stood up. When Darlene thought that he would not come in again after he left, he took the
cleanerâs tools and returned to the ward, cleaning up the mess on the ground.
There were still some broken porcelain pieces on the ground. He took a mop and carefully cleaned it
before sitting down by the bed. He did not have the confidence, but
he still said.
âI can make you new food. There is nothing that canât be made. The food that fell to the ground canât go
back to its original state, but I can make you the new ones.â
Darleneâs chest heaved up and down. Because of her anger, she found it hard to keep calm when she
said, âJust like you said, we can have another child, and you will compensate me again.
âAvery, even if I didnât give birth to it, it was still a life. My younger brother is dead. How are you going to
compensate me? Donât be so ridiculous.â
âThen what do you want? Things have come to this. What else do you think I can do?â Avery could not
hold back his emotions. He reached out to take the fruit knife from the bedside table and stuffed it into
her hand.
âYou hate me so much that you donât want to let me go. Now that things have come to this, tell me what I
can do. How about I give you my life? Just kill me.â
He pulled out the scabbard, grabbed her hand, and pressed the knife against his neck.
âDonât you hate me? Just kill me and vent your anger. Do you think I feel good when I face you every
day? Do you think I donât want to redeem myself and donât want to compensate you?â
Her hand was forced by Avery to hold the knife tightly. The blade pressed against his neck. Darleneâs
expression changed, and she struggled to retreat.
Even if she really wanted to kill Avery, she definitely did not want to become a murderer for him. He was
not worthy of letting her be a murderer.
She tried to struggle her hand away and said anxiously, âLet go, you madman!â
Avery did not let go. The blade cut through his skin and flesh, and his eyes stared fixedly
at her.
âWhat are you afraid of? Kill the man you hate to the bone and get what you want. The artery on the
neck is easily cut open. Didnât you try this before? What? Canât bear to do it anymore?â
He provoked her and grabbed her hand to press the knife against his neck.
Scarlet blood dripped along the blade, and then down along the back of their hands,
dripping onto the white sheets and the ground. The blood was dazzling red.
Darlene trembled all over. Looking at the blood on his neck, her eyes also turned red. That hatred quickly
spread in her mind and turned into an increasing urge to kill Avery.
What was there to be afraid of?
She only had two months left to live. It was such a good deal to bury this man with her.
Her hand holding the knife trembled more and more. Avery did not feel pain. He stared at her and said,
âThe child in your stomach was killed by me. Have you forgotten?
âYour brother was also killed by me. Canât you remember that? They are waiting for you to take revenge.
The knife is in your hands and I am right in front of you. There is not even a surveillance camera in this
ward. Darlene, when did you become so cowardly?â
Darleneâs lips were pale, and her eyes were red. âDonât force me.â
Avery interrupted her, âYour hatred is only this much. It is not even enough to support you to kill me. It
seems that those two lives are not that important to you.â
As soon as he finished speaking, Darleneâs mind was filled with hatred and unwillingness. The last bit of
her reason was completely swallowed up.
She gritted her teeth and exerted force in her hand. The blade fiercely pressed against Averyâs neck.
Avery released his hand and allowed her to press the knife down. It was as if he could not feel the sharp
pain in his neck at all. His eyes just stared unblinkingly at Darleneâs
red eyes.
Darlene had loved him for ten years. How could she not have any feelings for him now? How could she
treat him like a stranger?
The blood on his neck quickly flowed out. Darleneâs breathing became heavier and heavier until she
suddenly came back to her senses. Her sob turned into a scream of
horror.
Cyrus, who was guarding outside, immediately pushed open the door and came in when he heard the
sound. When he saw the scene in front of him, his face instantly sank.
He approached and said anxiously, âMs. Garcia, let go of your hand! What are you
doing!â
Before Cyrus could finish his sentence, Avery grabbed a teacup from the bedside table
and threw it on the ground. âGet out!â
Cyrus was stunned on the spot. He still wanted to say something, but Avery said again,
âGet out.â
Cyrus was worried, but he still turned around and left the ward. He immediately called
for the doctor to wait outside.
Seeing that Darlene was not going to make a move, Avery reached out to grab her wrist and pressed it
against his neck.
âCome, itâs fine. Donât make any noise. Donât draw the people outside in. You can do it again.â
Fear appeared in Darleneâs eyes, and she trembled violently. She suddenly pulled her hand back, and
the fruit knife in her hand lightly fell to the ground. It bounced on the ground and emitted a somewhat
ear-piercing and clear sound.
Darleneâs hands trembled violently, and she tightly grabbed the blanket. She trembled as she retreated
backward as if she was looking at a madman. She stared at Avery with
caution.
Avery got up and leaned over to her. âWhat are you afraid of? If Iâm not even afraid. What are you afraid
of?â