My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 484

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Alice's eyes trembled, her body felt a chill, she sprinkled the medicine in her hand, turned and ran back into the house.

"Bam!"

A loud sound came from upstairs, shaking the trees until the birds flapped their wings and flew away, letting out some shrill cries.

It was a gunshot.

Alice raised her head and looked upstairs. The voice came from Beverly's room.

"No!"

Alice shouted out with all her might, her face pale white, she ran inside with all her might.

Patrick quickly followed behind her.

Alice rushed up the stairs. No, no.

Mother, no.

They had only known each other for less than a year. Her father had left, and her mother could not leave her.

No, absolutely not.

Please, please.

Mother, please, you must be fine!

Patrick ran faster than Alice. When he rushed into Beverly's room, he pushed open the door and froze.

Alice rushed over and grabbed hold of her. He placed his hand on her eyes, causing his breathing to become unstable and her heart to ache, "Don't look, Alice, don't look anymore."

Hearing that, Alice's entire being froze, the blood in her entire body became cold.

In that instant, she felt as if she had walked into hell.

She slowly raised her hand and pulled Patrick's hand down, raising her eyes to look forward.

On the huge bed, Beverly was lying on it wearing an old-fashioned shirt. She looked calm, as if she was in deep sleep, but there was a silver gun in her hands and a red flower on her bosom.

A very, very red flower.

Like the red dye in the painting, it did not need a painter to draw it. The liquid flowed freely and dripped onto Beverly's yellowed shirt.

"Bam."

Alice's legs went soft as she knelt on the ground.

As Patrick saw this scene, his brows knitted together. A hint of grief flashed past his eyes and he walked forward, extending his hand under Beverly's nose.

He could no longer feel any breath.

He looked at Alice, not daring to tell her this fact.

Alice tried to stand up, but she couldn't. She decided to just crawl forward.

Alice crawled all the way to the bedside and grabbed Beverly's hand. She reached out to caress her face and said, "Mother, the plane is about to take off, we should leave."

Hearing the gunshot, Mary, the servants and bodyguards all rushed over, and blocked the entrance, upon seeing the gunshot, screams sounded out one after another.

However, Alice acted as if she could not hear her, as she grabbed Beverly's hands and pressed them to her face, urging her softly, "Hurry, mother, get up. Be good and sleep on the plane again.

Beverly laid there, not responding at all.

Alice looked at the wound on her chest and asked, "Does it hurt? "It's fine, I can bandage it. I'll help you bandage it so that it won't hurt anymore."

As she said that, Alice went to open a drawer at the side. Unable to find it, she pounced towards a cabinet in the corner and muttered, "Mother, wait a moment, I'll immediately bandage you up. Take the medicine box for me, quick! Don't you see that my mother got injured?"

Alice shouted to the group of people at the door.

With that, Alice threw herself back onto the bed, she reached out and pressed on Beverly's chest, which was bleeding profusely, and blood quickly dyed her hands, "It's alright, Mother, don't be afraid, I'll bandage you up immediately, it won't hurt."

Patrick pulled her from the back, "Alice, don't be like this.

"Don't touch me!" Alice glared at him angrily, "If you do this, I will touch mother's wound and hurt her!"

She wanted to cure her mother.

She had to cure her mother. She had to.

Mother washed her hair just now.

"Alice!"

Patrick frowned as he looked at her.

"You go away, you go away, you are so noisy, my mother will be annoyed, you go away." Alice pressed down hard on Beverly's chest, tightly pressing. The blood dyed her hands and dyed her eyes red.

It's all right, it's all right, it'll be all right, it'll be all right.

Yes, it will be fine.

Patrick simply hugged Alice from the back, wanting to pull her away from the bedside.

Alice struggled with all her might, and threw her hand right at his face.

"Whap."

A resounding slap stained with blood.

Patrick was hit to the point that he turned his head away. His face was covered with a bloody palm on top of it, he looked at Alice, but Alice ignored him. She threw herself in front of the bed and held onto Beverly's chest.

"Patrick!"

Mary was startled; she immediately ran to Patrick and wiped his face with a tissue.

Patrick's face did not look good. After snatching the tissue, he wiped off the blood on his face. He turned his eyes and saw a piece of paper on the bedside table.

He skimmed through the content, and then handed the paper over to Alice.

"Mother, don't be afraid. I'll treat your wounds, I'll treat you."

Alice muttered, and suddenly a piece of paper appeared in her line of sight.

She looked at it. It was the piece of paper that her father had desperately wanted to bring back to her mother. Right now, there were many more words written on it.

Alice stared blankly as her blood - stained hands began to tremble.