Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared) novel Chapter 516

Chapter 516 

Jared couldn’t control himself anymore 

He never dared to even think about this issue in all these years. 

From ecstatic joy, to endless despair, to a glimmer of hope 

Nobody knew how he’d battled within himself all these years 

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• gave himself hope in times of despair 

When he was hopeful, a slight sobriety would plunge him back into deep trouble. 

Back then, he would stare blankly at the ultrasound photo every day 

That was his child 

His joy was directly proportional to his fear 

Eventually, he felt like he was going mad. 

So he put away the photo and never touched it again. 

He rarely thought about it. 

He focused all his energy on finding Agnes. 

Because Jared knew, once he found Agnes, all would be answered 

But he would rather not know the answer for the rest of his life. 

She actually killed his child, her own child. 

How could she be so cruell 

Jared ultimately lost control 

He was going mad. 

The confused love and hate of those four years reached a climax in this moment. 

Her words destroyed all his hope 

Jared was strangling Agnes, “Agnes, you dared to kill my child, you dared…” 

Jared’s fingers tightened 

Agnes felt a moment of suffocation. 

But her eyes landed on Jared’s face 

All she saw were his red eyes, like a mad beast 

in that moment, Agnes knew, Jared might actually want to kill her. 

But then, Kearney came over 

He broke Jared’s grip, pulling Agnes into his arms. 

Agnes held her throat, taking a deep breath. 

Actually, Jared didn’t use his full strength. 

Because Agnes knew, if Jared had really tried, her neck would’ve been broken long ago 

But Jared really wanted to kill her. 

He was so hateful, so desperate! 

This was their first meeting in four years. 

Agnes had thought of many possibilities 

But the never thought Jared would want to kill her. 

Kearney pulled Agnes into his arms, involuntarily frowning 

He asked with concern, “Are you okay?” 

Agnes shook her head. Tm fine 

Jared on the other hand, took a few steps back 

His wrist hurt a lot 

The man just grabbed his wrist, twisted it hard, and in a second. Jared’s wrist was dislocated 

His move was quick as lightrung, but there was no trace of it on the surface 

But Jared could tell from his mows that he must be a solder, trained specially 

This kind of skill was not something an ordinary person could have