His Real Wedded Bride novel Chapter 1305

"It's not complicated. You just need to stage a car accident after getting drunk—someone just has to die along with it. All you have to do is make sure it seems just like a car accident.

Isn't it worth a shot if your family can live a better life?" Terrence explained the murder plan casually as if it were meaningless.

The driver was stunned speechless, his eyes wide.

Since Terrence wasn't in a hurry, he just sat beside Stuart and waited for his reply as his fingers tapped the table in a calm rhythm. All the while, Terrence was smiling.

In Stuart's eyes, the smile was twisted and distorted like that of a demon's—he felt like he was left with no escape.

Never had Stuart considered doing something so terrible. Not to mention, with all the monitors everywhere, he couldn't get out of such a situation unscathed.

But if he did, he could gain enough money to have his daughter treated. In all his life, Stuart had never seen such a large sum of money. If he had a million dollars, his daughter would have a chance to get better, and his family could move to a better place.

Suddenly, his daughter's overly pale face, tortured by illness, flashed across his mind. Every time he went home and heard his daughter happily greet him, he couldn't help but blame himself for not being able to do anything for her—he couldn't even earn enough money for the surgery.

Still, Stuart was very hesitant, not sure if he should accept the proposal. After a long while, he finally made up his mind and said, "Okay, but you have to make a deposit for me. At least 50% or else I can't trust you."

"No problem. I can send 500, 000 to your account by today."

Of course, Stuart's reaction was something Terrence already anticipated.

After Terrence left, Stuart released a long sigh of relief.

Although he wanted to relax, the heavy task weighed down his mind.

On a rainy night, Charles was driving home, worried about how to face Sheryl after he got home. Although he loved her, when he heard that she pushed Melissa down the stairs, putting her in the hospital for a severe injury, he didn't quite know how to face her.

The rain outside grew more and more irritating, making Charles turn off the music inside the car. When he looked up at the road ahead, he saw a large truck in front of him, the light of which dazzled his eyes.

Worried about being in danger, he turned the wheel toward the roadside, trying to slow down and let the truck go first. But the truck didn't do as expected. Instead of slowing down, the truck driver accelerated and rushed straight toward Charles as if he couldn't see him coming.

It was getting dangerously close.

Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters…

Maybe, when close to one's death, one's mind would go vacant. Trying to dodge, Charles kept steering the wheel but he couldn't think properly—all he heard was his heartbeat growing clearer and louder in his ears.

In an instant, the car collided with the truck. At the moment of impact, Charles' eyes darkened. In his last moment of consciousness, the image of when he and Sheryl first met came to mind. 'How I regret not getting to grow old with you, my dear Sher…'