Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1939

Carter paused, and the corner of his lips lifted into an intrigued smile.

“Jeremy, it seems that this time, you won’t be returning to Glendale after coming to St. Piaf.” Carter loaded the gun again and pointed it at Jeremy’s heart.

He glanced at Jeremy’s bleeding calf again and laughed suddenly.

“It hurts, doesn’t it? But this kind of pain will soon disappear because you will lose all of your senses very soon.”

As he spoke, his eyes narrowed, and then his fingers pulled back.

“Jeremy, go to hell and atone for my son.” “Stop!”

Just when Carter was about to shoot Jeremy in such a grandiose way and when Jeremy intended to dodge, an anxious voice came from above to stop him.

Carter’s fingers stiffened suddenly. He raised his eyes to see Shirley in a wheelchair by the balcony on the second floor.

Shirley was looking at the scene unfolding in the courtyard downstairs nervously and worriedly.

“Carter, if you dare kill Jeremy, I’ll jump down from here.” Carter could hear Shirley’s words clearly.

Carter frowned, visibly very displeased, but he did not pull the trigger again.

“You’re like a stranger to me now, ” Shirley said with a touch of sarcasm. “I no longer commit those vile acts, so why do you have to step up and commit these acts that go against your conscience?”

“Is this against my conscience?”  Carter sneered and raised his eyes to meet Shirley’s gaze. “Shirley, do you really care about our dead child?”

Carter’s question pained Shirley’s heart. How could her heart not ache?