Timothy believed that someone like me had very little chance of being useful to him again. So if he couldn't use me, he might as well destroy me.
Moreover, instead of giving Irvin a quick death, he wanted to see him suffer, to torture him. So he directed all his forces to surround me and William.
He wanted me to die here.
Irvin, who had already reached Solmera's border, had felt that his retreat went too smoothly. He realized that something wasn't right, so he turned back.
After finding out that Timothy had gathered all his forces against me and William, Irvin ignored the warnings from his men and rushed over.
By the time he arrived, he saw a sniper aiming at me and saw William shielding me with his body. Without hesitation, Irvin rushed forward and took the bullet.
Irvin believed that if William was ready to risk his life for me, then his feelings for me weren't just simple affections but deep love. If he loved me that much and I was carrying his children, we should be living happily as a family of four.
I was speechless.
I looked at Irvin, lying there in a pool of blood. He was probably moments away from death, but all he could think about was pushing me away.
So I could live.
Tears spilled down my cheeks. I didn't understand why fate had to be so cruel.
Why did it have to be this way? Why couldn't we just part ways peacefully and find our own happiness?
All I had ever wanted was for Irvin to live well.
Why? Why couldn't he just live?
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