Chapter 739

The scene shifted suddenly. The door of Fiona’s VIP ward was violently kicked open.

A black gun was brandished, its cold barrel aimed straight at Fiona’s head.

“What… what do you think you’re doing?”

Fiona’s eyes widened, her phone slipping from her grasp and falling onto the bed.

She recognized Marcus’ face, terror overtaking her.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to get rid of you once and for all, you piece of shit!”

He had no desire to waste words on this bitch. Deep within his soul, guilt gnawed at him for previously

misjudging Millie. Now that she had been threatened, he saw a chance to make amends by exacting

revenge on her behalf.

The sudden appearance of Leon brought a glimmer of hope to Fiona’s eyes.

“Leon, help me! He’s going to kill me,” she cried, desperation in her voice.

“Marcus, what is the meaning of this?” Leon’s shock was palpable when he saw that Marcus was

pointing a gun at Fiona’s head.

“Don’t you see it?” Without another word, Marcus pulled the trigger.

“Don’t shoot!” Millie’s voice cut through the tension as she burst into the room. She knew that if Fiona

were killed, Leon would lose control.

“What are you doing here?” Marcus asked, taken aback.

Millie should have been resting at home, recovering from the ordeal, not here in this tense situation. He

had intended to remove the threat to her.

Softening her tone, Millie tried to reach Marcus, who was blinded by rage.

“We’re at the hospital. Even if she deserves to die, she should die a dog’s death instead of an instant

one. Let’s just go home.”

“But she’s a threat, Millie. If I don’t end this now, she’ll continue to hurt you,”

Marcus argued, his hand trembling slightly as he kept the gun trained on Fiona.

“Help me, Flynn. I’m begging you!”

Fiona’s fear was palpable, her face pale and lips quivering. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and

she looked on the verge of fainting.

Leon’s eyes darted around the room before settling on a pen on the table. With lightning speed, he

seized it and held it to Millie’s neck.

“Marcus, put down your gun, or I’ll be forced to stab your beloved’s neck.”