My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234

Shane didn’t dare strike.

What could he do?

His eyes darted to the little boy beside him, and an idea struck. Acting on instinct, he lunged forward and snatched the child up, hands tightening around the boy’s neck. He shouted, “Don’t come any closer, or I’ll kill him!”

That finally made Catherine’s face drain of color.

“Let him go!” she screamed.

“Drop the knife!” Shane bellowed. This was his only lifeline now.

Catherine could hardly believe it. “Are you even human? That’s your son!”

“So what?” Shane sneered, completely unbothered. “Compared to my life, nothing else matters! Drop the knife, now!”

Catherine’s hands shook violently around the handle of the knife. Fear flooded her eyes. “Put him down! He doesn’t look too

well!”

“Stop playing games with me, Catherine! Drop the knife, now!” Shane’s voice was unwavering.

Catherine flung the knife aside.

Shane carefully released the boy, and Catherine immediately lunged forward, clutching him tightly, crying and screaming,” Son! My son!”

But the boy hung limply in her arms, completely unresponsive.

“Ah-“Catherine screamed in horror.

Meanwhile, Shane silently crept toward the discarded knife. He picked it up cautiously and stepped behind Catherine–one step, two steps, three steps–until he was right behind her. He raised the knife high.

Catherine remained unaware, still sobbing over the child.

A single thrust of the blade, blood sprayed, and her cries abruptly cut off.

Catherine turned, bloodied and furious, eyes burning with hatred. Between coughs, she spat, “You monster!”

Then she sank to her knees, still clutching her son in her arms.

Shane snatched the child from her and kicked her aside. “Give me back my son, you wretched bitch!”

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But as he held the boy, horror froze him in place–the child was already dead. His face was purplish–black.

Only then did Ray speak up. “When you took your own son hostage, you noticed something was off. If you had immediately administered CPR or cardiac resuscitation, he might have survived.”

Shane froze. ‘So… I killed my own son? No. It can’t be!‘

“Don’t blame me–blame… you! Yes, you!” Shane suddenly pointed at Ray, as if he had found someone else to shoulder the guilt. “You saw something was wrong with my son. Why didn’t you warn me? It’s your fault–your fault he’s dead!”

Ray chuckled. “Your son isn’t mine. Why should I care? But I have to say, Shane, you’re ruthless. Your lover kills your wife, you charm your lover, then turn around, take your son hostage, and kill your lover–tsk tsk. You really are the textbook definition of a petty villain!”

Shane was still being delusional, his voice loud and defiant. “Everything I’ve done was out of necessity! It was all to survive! This is the apocalypse. Wouldn’t anyone do the same in my position? Don’t sugarcoat it, Ray. If the roles were reversed, you’d do the

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