I got married without you (James and Amelia) novel Chapter 1575

Chapter 1575 Erin got shot 

When Stella saw Erin’s white shirt gradually stained red with blood, her hands holding the gun were trembling. She didn’t know if it was because of the humiliation she had endured or because she was scared. In any case, she was in a state of panic. 

“Stella…” 

Henry’s voice, mixed with surprise, sounded in her ear. Only then did Stella, trembling, throw away the gun in her hand and look at Henry. 

“We’re safe now…” 

She didn’t dare to look at Erin, just lowered her head like a madman and rushed towards Erin. She didn’t say anything, didn’t care if he was bleeding, just reached out into his pocket, searching for the handcuff key. 

In her panic, she couldn’t find the key no matter what. A hand covered in blood, trembling, held a key and handed it to her… 

That bullet pierced Erin’s heart. He couldn’t speak, just stared at Stella’s pale face… 

Trembling, Stella took the key, still not looking at Erin, forced herself to turn around and run towards Henry… 

At the moment she turned around, Erin couldn’t support 

himself anymore and knelt on one knee, his hand covering his chest, weakly letting go… 

He watched Stella unlock Henry’s handcuffs, carefully 

supporting him and holding his hands. Erin couldn’t see Stella’s expression with her back turned to him, but he could feel her compassion through her actions… 

She was feeling sorry for Henry. It seemed that her claim of not loving Henry was a lie. He had been deceived again… 

Erin lowered his gaze, looking at the blood on the floor. Suddenly, he felt that it was for the best. If he died, Stella would no longer be disturbed, and she could live happily ever after with the person she loved… 

But Stella, you still hadn’t made the blueberry pie you promised 

As Stella helped Henry walk out, she stepped on a pool of blood. The strong, sticky sensation made her stop in her tracks. It was this momentary pause that allowed Erin, who had already fallen to the ground unable to support himself, to grab hold of her ankle… 

She didn’t lower her head to look at him. Her tear-filled eyes gazed at the door. It was already dawn, and bright light seeped through the cracks… 

All she had to do was walk out, and she could leave hell behind. But for some reason, her feet felt as if they were nailed down and couldn’t move… 

Erin held her wrist and weakly spoke, “Stella, I…” 

What should he say? 

Tell her that he had people rape her just to scare her? 

Tell her that he wanted her to abort the child because it was unhealthy? 

Tell her that if he didn’t help her remove her uterus, she would be infected and die? 

Tell her that it wasn’t his rough surgery that caused her infection, but that she was already infected? 

Tell her that it wasn’t him who abandoned her in the wilderness while she was seriously ill… 

But…