Chapter 1191

Joyce took a few sharp breaths and didn't say a word.

"Don't shake your hand, come on, hold the gun steady. Your

marksmanship, isn't it the world's best? Don't miss the shot.”

Charlotte's eyes almost popped out.

The thrill of watching the two of them, killing each other, was too

intense.

Joyce froze in place as she slowly raised the gun and finally pointed it

straight at Luther's heart.

Love and family.

Her parents and Luther. She would have to choose one or the other.

When the gun was pointed at his heart, her brow twitched violently, like

a fire blown by the wind.

The sky outside the rotten building, from just now, had turned gloomy,

and it began to snow.

With no windows above the rotten building, snowflakes drifted in

unrestrainedly.

Luther looked at Joyce in shock, his breathing disturbed.

He never thought that one day, her gun would be pointed at his heart.

“Luther, you know what?" Without warning, raging tears welled up, and

Joyce had never vented like this before.

Her voice sounded as if it had been cut by a knife, "I hate you! I hate

you! You think you know everything? In fact, you don't know anything!

Falling off a cliff into the sea, my daughter! She ... she was dead! I

named her, Iris."

“It's all you, it's all your fault. You're the culprit!" She yelled, tears

pouring out, she raised her left hand and wiped them haphazardly, but

the more she wiped, the fiercer they became.

Her right hand, holding the pistol steady, was always pointed at his

heart.

Luther was shocked, his black eyes full of endless regret and pain.

It turned out that he had such deep sins.

It turned out that she was never willing to meet him with her true face

because ...

Anderson, Iris.

Only Anderson survived.

It turned out that four years ago, she was pregnant with two children

and fell off a cliff into the sea. God did not give her all the gifts. They

lost their daughter, Iris.

At this moment, he could imagine how desperate she was.

He finally understood how much she hated him, why she hadn't shown

up for four years, and why she couldn't forgive him.

All the sins were originally just his sins alone.

His body trembled violently, and his handsome face turned snow-white

in a flash.

"Joyce, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I really didn't know."

She slowly raised her head, still unable to stop the tears.

Looking at each other, the painful past surged in front of them. Four

years was not a long time, but for them, it was longer than this life.

Charlotte painfully watched them fall in love with each other more than

anything else. It turned out that between them, there was such an

entanglement.

She kept goading, "Go ahead, shoot. Sharpshooter, kill him now."

Luther's voice was deep and painful with a note of determination.

"As long as you shoot, I willingly suffer death ..."

Joyce took a sharp breath and her eyes suddenly turned stern.

“Luther, with this shot, I will send you to our child!"

She pulled the trigger.