Female Novel
Chapter 376
If it were before, she would probably have been overjoyed.
Yet, as the years passed, she only thought that it was ironic when she saw him guarding her in thedistance.
Such irony. Where was he when I experienced the darkest days of my life when I lost my arm and myson? Ha, how can I forget? He consented for others to cut off my arm. He was also the one who sentmen to kill my son. All my misfortunes are because of him.
As Shannon recalled her past, especially Eugene's innocent little face, hatred brewed in her.
She suddenly stood up and grabbed her bag on the table to retrieve a few pictures before dashing outof the room.
Seeing her stumble down the stairs, Micah immediately went over to help her.
“Shanny...”
“Don't call me that.” Shaking his arm off, Shannon glared at him with hatred and gritted her teeth. “I feeldisgusted when you call me that.”
Micah's pupils constricted, and a look of pain flashed across his face.
“Sha... Shannon, I had no choice but to do what I did back then. I had no authority and couldn't protectyou. If you didn't lose an arm, they would have killed you. I can only hurt you as compared to losingyou.”
“Enough.” Her eyes wide, Shannon glared at him and yelled, “You think I hate you because of thatincident? No. What made me hate you is your heartlessness. You killed so many people, even yourown flesh and blood.”
My flesh and blood?
Stunned, Micah stared at her with a frown on his face. “My flesh and blood? Shannon, what are youtalking about?”
Shannon barked out a laugh. “You're pathetic. What, you don't dare to admit the crimes youcommitted?”
Micah was utterly confused.
His instincts told him that he was missing something.
He seemed to be kept in the dark regarding certain matters.
“Shannon, calm down. Tell me what you want to say straightforwardly. Don't beat around the bush,okay?”
“You're not going to admit it?” Shannon glowered at him with red-rimmed eyes and screamed, “Youwere the mastermind behind that car accident years ago. How can you not admit it? Micah, are youeven a man?”
Walking toward her, Micah grasped her shoulder with one hand and caressed her elegant brow with theother gently, his fingers lingering on her skin.
No woman could remain impassive if a man who had power and influence reaching across the globetreated her so gently.
However, the person he was treating so lovingly was Shannon, making his actions seem ironic.
“Shanny, I'll give you my arm. If that still can't diminish your anger, I can dig out my heart for you. Canyou just stop looking at me with such deep hatred? It hurts.”
Shannon laughed hysterically, and as she laughed, tears started sliding down her face.
Shoving him away, she uttered sarcastically, “I thought you were just heartless before. Now it seemsthat you don't even have any basic sense of responsibility. How can you not have a sliver of regretwhen my child died a terrible death? Micah, I wish I could skin you alive and incapacitate you.”
Child? Died a terrible death? What does she mean? What is she trying to say?
Micah's face turned sour, and he reflexively stretched out his hand to grab her left hand, but all hetouched was her sleeve.
His face turned pale at that.
This wound stood between them, hidden, unspeakable, and irreparable for the rest of their lives.
“Mr. Neyman, you have grabbed the wrong arm. This arm has already been cut off by your people.”
With that one statement, Micah felt as if he was plummeting into an abyss.
And Shannon's next words completely pushed him over the edge into a bottomless hell.
“But the pain of losing my arm can't even be compared to a thousandth of the pain I felt losing my son.Micah, one day, my son will become a ghost and take your life. He will stand before you, his biologicalfather, dripping with blood, asking you why you killed him.”
With that, she threw a stack of pictures in his face before turning to leave.
“As you wished, Eugene died terribly and will stay dead. His head collided with a sharp edge, and hisskull shattered. He only died after all his blood drained out of him. I'm giving you those pictures to showyou how horrifying the tragedy you created was.”
Micah's legs were leaden, and there was a ringing sound in his ears. He could not understand whatshe was saying.
What did she just say? Child? Biological father? Skull shattered? What is she trying to say?
Lowering his eyes, he gazed at the pictures on the ground.
The background is blurry, so it was probably printed from surveillance footage. Of course, such thingscould be ignored.
What truly shocked him was what the pictures showed. novelbin
She is right. It is truly a tragedy.
The cameras perfectly captured how a mother and son collided with a jeep and flew into the air beforecrashing against a corner of the building opposite them. Blood spurted out, and some even splatteredonto the camera lens.