My Wife Is So Sweet (Natalia Dawson) novel Chapter 949

Chapter 949 The Best of Both Worlds

Mr. Quill squinted at her.

"What's the best of both worlds?"

Mrs. McCarthy said solemnly, "We won't ask you to give us the Celestial Book now. We will try to save Fiona, but you need to cooperate with us. When Fiona is back, you must give it to us. Do you agree?"

Mr. Quill compressed his lips into a thin line.

Mr. McCarthy added, "Mr. Quill, I guarantee with my dignity that we will help you save her. Within the territory of Ambario, if we can't do it, who else do you think can? Besides, are you sure he would let Fiona go when you give it to him? If not, you could lose both."

Mr. Quill completely understood what he said.

The last time they were here, Mr. Quill didn't trust them and wished them to leave soon. But under the current situation, working with them seemed to be the best choice.

He stared at Mr. McCarthy, and asked in a deep tone, "Are you sure you can save Fiona?"

Mr. McCarthy answered seriously, "I promise with my life."

"Okay, then I'll trust you once."

Then he suddenly got up and walked out.

They stayed still for a second and then quickly followed.

It was completely dark outside at this hour. There were no streetlights, let alone the sight of anyone.

Mr. Quill walked very fast on the rugged mountain roads, while it wasn't easy for Mrs. McCarthy and the others.

Mr. McCarthy held Mrs. McCarthy's hand, and Felix held Queeny's. The four of them tried their best to catch up with Mr. Quill.

When they were wondering where he was going, he climbed up a hill. On top of it was the grave of Mrs. Quill.

Queeny was confused.

"Why does he come here again?"

Felix gestured for her to be quiet. When they climbed up the hill, they saw Mr. Quill crouched down in front of the grave, digging hard for something.

Mrs. McCarthy's body trembled, and she understood all at once.

She pushed Mr. McCarthy. "Go and help."

Mr. McCarthy nodded, unbuttoned his cufflinks, rolled up his sleeves, walked over, and started to dig.

It was buried deep. It had not rained for a while, so the soil was dry, and it was difficult to dig deep by hand.

Mr. McCarthy grabbed a branch about the thickness of his wrist from the side and continued digging.

After about two minutes, something finally showed up.