With that, Samantha pushed his hand away desperately.
She opened the door and ran down the street.
She was too frightened, like a butterfly that got a fright.
She lost one of her high heels, but she didn't know.
She ran like a broken madman in the sunlight.
Her heart, suddenly emptied.
She ran hard as if this was the only way to abandon the nightmare that tormented her in the past.
But she was wrong.
She was running breathlessly, and every time she inhaled the cold air between her nose and lips, which turned into a sharp blade, stabbing her flesh and blood one by one.
She ran all the way, not caring about the eyes of passers-by, and just wanted to expel the pain.
In the air, she seemed to see the man's cold heartless face.
He kicked her in the rain, and she cried, hugged his long leg, and begged.
"Please, help my child, please him."
The abdominal colic worsened, and her body lost strength.
What did he say?
He told her, "Rubbish, you're useless, just like him!"
Samantha suddenly fell to the ground; her knees and elbows were abraded by the hard ground.
When the blood gushed out for a moment, she suddenly cried out with her hands covering her face, "Ah!"
All the pain had become bone marrow hate.
She would never forget it!
She lay on the ground, regardless of the wound on her body.
People around looked at her with strange eyes, and she suddenly cried.
A hot breeze was blowing with a very cold smell of blood. Leaves fell on her head.
Those leaves, as if in her deep pain and memory.
In the car, everything seemed to be quiet.
Ruben didn't catch up with Samantha. He was sitting in the carriage, and his breathing was quick and uneven as if he fell into an iced pool.
He was as cold as a piece of ice, and the chilling feeling flowed into his internal organs.
His heart seemed to follow her.
Hearing her hysterical roar, he thought of Samantha without warning.
The woman who died in the fire.
Her body was burned. He couldn’t believe that she who was such a powerful woman died in this way.
Was she burned when she died?
He didn't dare to think about it anymore. His heart ached too much.
Samantha was dead.
The woman who had been running after him finally left the world like this.
He wanted to know whether she would be overcome with fear when she was burned since she was not afraid of pain.
Would she say his name in sleep like that day in the hospital?
"Ruben, please help me, please... Help me."
Thinking of this, his breathing suddenly stopped, and his face clouded with coldness.
Over time, it was silence in the car, and only his breathing could be heard.
He didn't think she was Samantha, although they had lots in common.
But he knew for sure that she was not.
Samantha loved him even if she turned to dust.
But Helena got close to him with too much calculation and conspiracy. How could she be like Samantha?
He was wrong.
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