Chapter 1072

Charlotte's nerves were repeatedly stimulated by the blood at the

moment Cecelia fell.

She suddenly went weak and fell to her knees with a "thud".

The demonic blood-red color stained the clean white tiles on the floor of

the bathroom.

Her hands and her knees were stained with terrifyingly bright red blood.

Oh God, what had she done?

She pushed Cecelia down, the only person in the world who genuinely

treated her and gave her the best of everything.

Someone she genuinely considered her own mother.

The warmth and love of a mother that she had not experienced since

she was a child, the happiness she had never enjoyed before, and the

dependence on companionship... she experienced all of them in

Cecelia and was satisfied with them.

And right now, she was pushing Cecelia to her death with her own

hands.

How could she?

She suddenly regretted it. Tears came to her eyes and rushed down.

She couldn't care about anything, but jumped into Cecelia's arms and

drew the last warmth from Cecelia's body.

"Mom, Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it. You have to be okay. Oooh

She shook Cecelia desperately and let out a loud cry.

At this point, Cecelia still had a trace of consciousness. She fumbled

around with her cell phone, and with difficulty pressed a series of

numbers, which was a special telecommunication code of the military,

and could not be read by the general public.

Those who know how to decode it would know that she meant was,

"Find Luther".

After typing all the codes, she had run out of energy and her back was

resting against the cold bathtub.

No matter how Charlotte hissed and yelled in front of her, she remained

motionless. She closed her eyes and had only one thing on her mind.

She must slow down her breathing, slow down her heartbeat, empty

her mind, and let her blood flow a little slower, saving some strength for

herself.

"Mom, wake up and talk to me. You can't die.”

Charlotte hugged Cecelia tightly after crying out. When she saw that

Cecelia was not moving, she reached out her finger and gently probed

between Cecelia's nostrils.

There was still a faint breath.

Cecelia was not dead yet.

She was relieved and grateful when, as if she had woken up

suddenly...

What the hell was she doing now? All her schemes and tricks had been

exposed, and if Cecelia did not die, what would happen to her? Her

hands were now stained with the blood of Cecelia, Rodney, and

Rachel, and who could spare her?

How could Cecelia pretend that nothing had happened and continue to

treat her like a daughter?

Loving her and caring for her?

It was simply not possible!

Charlotte's frenzied heartbeat suddenly calmed down.

She had come this far, and there was no turning back. She was getting

calmer and calmer, and in the end, she was already terrifying calm.

Suddenly, she picked up the bath towel next to her. It was thick enough

and she only needed to gently cover Cecelia's mouth and nose.

She could easily end the life of the weak and dying Cecelia then and

there.

She was struggling and she was hesitant.

In the end, the evil, selfish and greedy nature prevailed.

Keeping her own life was more important than having a family.

She couldn't possibly turn back now.

Her hands were trembling, and her tears were falling in big globs. She

sobbed uncontrollably, "Mom, I'm sorry. Don't blame me. I will miss

you."

The thick bath towel then was falling on Cecelia’s pale face...