Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies novel Chapter 1253

Rachel was terrified, and her survival instincts gave her a few extra moments of strength to try to struggle away.

Even more, it bit Father Pearson's arm with its mouth.

"Ah!" Father Pearson shouted in pain and hurriedly raised his hand to push Rachel away.

But the arm has been bitten and bleeding, a bloody mess.

"Bitch!" Father Pearson was furious and raised his hand and slapped Rachel hard.

Rachel was slapped to the ground and couldn't slow down for several days, her mouth full of blood.

That's not all.

Father Pearson walked up again, lifted his pointy leather shoes and stepped directly on Rachel's wound, also grinding from side to side.

The pain was so severe that Rachel, whose vocal cords had long been destroyed, couldn't help but let out a heartbreaking cry.

Heard by the seagulls on the pier, scared directly fluttered wings and flew away.

Rachel's face was so white with pain that she almost passed out straight away.

"And you dare to play that trick with me," Father Pearson's middle-aged but still handsome face was now full of grimace and distortion, "Remember, you're the wild child I picked up, and if it weren't for me, you'd have died twenty years ago!"

Now that Rachel can live twenty more years and still enjoy the glory and wealth, she should be grateful and die with a grateful heart.

Rachel shook her head desperately.

No, she doesn't want to die!

She still has a lot of unfulfilled wishes!

Not even, yet, to the real heir to the Jones Family, Sebastian!

Rachel was not willing to die like that.

But more words she could not say, only as a dead dog, was dragged by Father Pearson to the sea, hard pressed under the water.

Cold, salty seawater from the mouth, nose, and ears continue to pour in, lungs like a million needles in.

Rachel began to struggle desperately, and then gradually, it lost its life.