Chapter 493

The back of his head was smashed into the angle protruding from the

stairs, bleeding immediately, and then his whole body tumbled

downward, over and over, faster and faster. His cane, dropped on the

cold stone steps, lay still.

Midway through, his head hit the hard marble wall again, but that didn't

stop him from continuing to tumble downward.

"Bang, bang, bang."

"Knock, knock, knock."

Until he fell to the ground, "bang", his forehead hit the marble pillar at

the end of the staircase, and then he completely stopped.

Rodney lay curled up on the ground, looking hunched over, old and

lifeless, with a bowl-sized bloody hole in his forehead.

Charlotte stared dumbfounded, her lips trembling, at what she had

created with her own hands.

Blood, gurgling out, spread everywhere.

From Rodney's head, blood spread out in all directions, just like a

hideous bloody hand, reaching infinitely into the distance.

At this moment, he miraculously could not feel a trace of pain, and a

misty white light rose before his eyes. He struggled to open his eyes

wide and saw that it was Mia who was walking towards him step by

step.

She was still the way she used to be, wearing a summer pale yellow

dress, the hem of her dress flying in the wind. She was coming towards

him from under the dense and flourishing willow trees. Her soft hands,

gently tracing over the low shrubs, gently caressed the tender shoots.

A bright smile shallowly hung on her lips, forming an absolutely

beautiful arc.

Suddenly, she looked up as if she had noticed his presence. The

curvature of her lips gradually pulled up, revealing a stunning smile that

he could never forget.

Time seemed to have stopped in this moment, and he did not want the

good memories to pass.

This was how he and she, in the military district, first met.

After decades, he finally saw her clearly again. He remembered

everything about her, every curve, every strand of hair, every smile, and

every gentle word.

"Mia... Mia..."

He murmured, his voice hoarse and inaudible. He knew that his time

was up and that Mia had come to take him away. This was what he had

been waiting for, for such a long time.

Only, now he was not willing to leave the world at this moment.

Charlotte, the wicked girl, had just extended her evil hands to him and

pushed him down the stairs with her own hands. She is a fake. She

must have used some tricks to take Joyce's place. She must have

found a way to change the identification report.

After he found out what happened, she went out of her way to kill him,

an old man in his old age.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products

and services to its customers. What an evil and scheming woman! He

had walked across so many war zones, but in the end, he would lose

his life to such a fragile and ordinary woman!

He had been too careless.

Charlotte pushed Rodney down the stairs, and after a few moments

she finally calmed down, suppressing her frantic heartbeat and calming

her breathing. After having killed Stephanie, she was obviously much

calmer in the face of such an incident. She no longer panicked, and

quickly adjusted herself.

She picked up the plastic bag containing her toothbrush and put it in

her shirt pocket.

And then she slowly walked down the stairs, carefully avoiding areas

with blood so as not to leave any traces.

She walked to where Rodney was lying across the floor, and she

stopped and looked at him condescendingly, as if scrutinizing, and as if

mocking.