The Son-In-Law Shot To Fame Chapter 282
Son-In-Law Madness
Chapter 282 Fallen Hero Donald remained standing straight.
Jennifer rushed out too. When she had come close enough, she saw Donaldâs back.
Although his figure was tall and proud, his hair was snow-white, which was eye-catching.
All of a sudden, she dared not take a step forward anymore and chose to stare at him from behind instead.
Wynter, Reina, and Lana rushed toward him together. âDonald!â
Ryan and Lilith were already standing opposite Donald. Wynter noticed that the two of them were stupefied while rooted to the spot, tears rolling in their eyes.
Without reason, Wynter and the rest were overwhelmed by fear.
Finally, they arrived before Donald and saw him from the front.
At the same time, his mask fell to the ground with a clink, breaking into two pieces as his full face was revealed.
His eyes were glazed over, his expression was impassive like that of a sculpture, while his lips were purple.
Green markings covered half of his face, making it seem horrid.
Wynter couldnât help but caress Donaldâs face. The moment she reached her hand out, Donald collapsed to the ground with a thud, no longer breathing.
Ryan couldnât help but kneel on the ground before wailing in agony, âGolden Lord is no more!â
âNo! Please, not this!â Reina trembled as she touched Donaldâs face, only to find it devoid of warmth.
Jennifer was startled, feeling as if struck by thunder before running forward.
Not only was Donaldâs face covered in green cracks, but his arms and chest were also in a similar state, which was a horrible and unnerving sight.
âDonald!â Jennifer launched herself over to hug Donaldâs body, sticking her face to his chest.
Slap!
Wynter gave Jennifer a slap on the face while glaring at her with animosity. âItâs your fault, Jennifer!
This is all because of you! You killed him!â
Jennifer didnât retaliate in any fashion. All she did was observe what was going on with a blank look in her eyes.
At that moment, someone ran over to them in high heels and checked underneath Donaldâs eyelids before yelling, âAmbulance! Whereâs the ambulance? Send him to Pollerton General Hospital! Heâs not dead yet!â
âThatâs right!â Ryan quickly left to drive his Mercedes-Benz G-Wagen over. After lifting Donald into it, he sped to Pollerton General Hospital.
Yorkslandâs Rising Dragon Project was a success. A precision-strike system for land warfare was developed.
It was groundbreaking in the sense that it could shift the world order.
Meanwhile, news of Golden Lord defending S7-Grade laboratory by defeating Thiago Todd from Yartran, Homeless Alliance, Angel Alliance, the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, Papillon warrior Shaun Freedman, and Randy Rodriguez on his own was spread, shaking up the underground circles once again.
âGolden Lord is terrifying! He represents the peak of humankindâs combat power!â
âWhatâs noteworthy is that he didnât die even after being targeted thirteen times by the Anti Golden Lord Device! In the end, he even killed Randy. This is scary!â
âJadar Stoneâs effects are polarized. Itâs either ineffective or fatal.â
âFrom what I heard, Golden Lord is dead. Itâs true. Chiliad Avion leaked this news.â
âItâs understandable given the fact that Golden Lord had given his all in battle. Golden Lord is no more!â
Some felt fortunate, while some felt the contrary.
Donald woke up three days later.
His entire body was in excruciating pain as he lifted his gaze to check his surroundings. He was in a lavish independent ward that was rarely used.
However, it was expropriated by then, and the entire floor was even cleared out so that Donald could get ample rest.
All of a sudden, he sensed his arm under some pressure, prompting him to turn to look, only to see Reina sound asleep while using his arm as a cushion, her lips facing his palm.
He removed his arm carefully, but Reina was still jostled awake. The moment her head shot up, she locked eyes with him.
Initially, it startled Reina, which was followed by tears streaming down her face as she wept with a smile on her face. âYouâre finally awake, Donald!â