Chapter 3693
Married at First Sight
Chapter 3693
Chapter 3693 â No matter how capable Mr. Dunn was, he was still just a man âand an old one at that. He was almost eighty, a few years older than her, and still working for her.
But no matter how strong he was, he couldnât compete with younger people like Zachary.
He wasnât invincible.
Just like Mr. Jimenezâhe had been powerful too, but the assassins she sent nearly killed him. Even though he survived, he was seriously injured and had suffered from pain and illness for decades.
If it werenât for a miracle doctor, Mr. Jimenez wouldnât be alive today.
Clarissa didnât want to believe things were hopeless. She tried calling Mr. Dunn again.
The call connected, but he didnât answer.
The phone rang for a long time, but there was still no answer.
She called again. Still nothing.
It felt like her heart was falling into a bottomless pit.
Coldness and despair crept up from her feet, spreading through her entire body, leaving her heart frozen.
It was over. Completely over.
She hadnât managed to kill any of them, couldnât escape, and even her assistant was likely dead.
Looking at her daughter, kneeling and begging her to stop, and at her three sons standing by Holden, waiting for the ambulance, Clarissa smiled through her tears.
The one who truly cared for her was her daughter. She felt guilt toward her older and younger sisters and was ashamed to face them.
As a mother, she was too embarrassed to face Kathryn.
âKathryn, stand up!â Clarissa called, telling her daughter to stop bowing. If Kathryn hurt herself, it would break her heart as a mother.
âI made mistakes, but thereâs no way to undo them now,â Clarissa said to her daughter. âKathryn, just live your life. Donât let anyone pressure you. Remember what Iâve told you.
âPedro, I hope youâll remember what I asked of you and what you promised me. Kathryn, Iâm leaving her to you. Take care of her.â
Clarissa knew there was no turning back, but she couldnât face prison. Sheâd rather die than be locked up. She didnât want to endure the shame and insults from everyone.
For decades, as the head of the family, she pushed out anyone who opposed her, took away benefits from many family members, and gathered all the power into her own hands.
She had made too many enemies.
While people in the family showed her respect, secretly they wished for her downfall. She didnât fear enemies. Sheâd even killed her sister, who raised herâwhy would she care about offending others?
But after all the things sheâd done, all the enemies she made, the power she built now benefited her eldest sisterâs descendants. It made her angry.
But what could she do now?
She had taken what wasnât hers, and now it was slipping away.
Clarissa raised her pistol again toward the people below.
There were only two bullets left in the gunâshe had already fired three.
Seeing this, the police shouted for everyone to move back. Luckily, the yard of the Farrell family mansion was big, so when people retreated to the edges, they were several hundred meters from the main house.
Clarissaâs old pistol had a short range.
As long as they stayed far enough, she wouldnât be able to hit them.
It was also night, and though the yard was well-lit, it wasnât as bright as daytime. Clarissa, at seventy, didnât have the eyesight she used to.