Female Novel
Chapter 1072
Charlotte's nerves were repeatedly stimulated by the blood at the moment Cecelia fell.
She suddenly went weak and fell to her knees with a "thud".
The demonic blood-red color stained the clean white tiles on the floor of the bathroom.
Her hands and her knees were stained with terrifyingly bright red blood.
Oh God, what had she done?
She pushed Cecelia down, the only person in the world who genuinely treated her and gave her thenovelbin
best of everything.
Someone she genuinely considered her own mother.
The warmth and love of a mother that she had not experienced since she was a child, the happiness
she had never enjoyed before, and the dependence on companionship… she experienced all of them
in Cecelia and was satisfied with them.
And right now, she was pushing Cecelia to her death with her own hands.
How could she?
She suddenly regretted it. Tears came to her eyes and rushed down. She couldn't care about anything,
but jumped into Cecelia's arms and drew the last warmth from Cecelia's body.
"Mom, Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it. You have to be okay. Oooh ..."
She shook Cecelia desperately and let out a loud cry.
At this point, Cecelia still had a trace of consciousness. She fumbled around with her cell phone, and
with difficulty pressed a series of numbers, which was a special telecommunication code of the military,
and could not be read by the general public.
Those who know how to decode it would know that she meant was, "Find Luther".
After typing all the codes, she had run out of energy and her back was resting against the cold bathtub.
No matter how Charlotte hissed and yelled in front of her, she remained motionless. She closed her
eyes and had only one thing on her mind. She must slow down her breathing, slow down her heartbeat,
empty her mind, and let her blood flow a little slower, saving some strength for herself.
"Mom, wake up and talk to me. You can’t die."
Charlotte hugged Cecelia tightly after crying out. When she saw that Cecelia was not moving, she
reached out her finger and gently probed between Cecelia's nostrils.
There was still a faint breath.
Cecelia was not dead yet.
She was relieved and grateful when, as if she had woken up suddenly…
What the hell was she doing now? All her schemes and tricks had been exposed, and if Cecelia did not
die, what would happen to her? Her hands were now stained with the blood of Cecelia, Rodney, and
Rachel, and who could spare her?
How could Cecelia pretend that nothing had happened and continue to treat her like a daughter?
Loving her and caring for her?
It was simply not possible!
Charlotte's frenzied heartbeat suddenly calmed down.
She had come this far, and there was no turning back. She was getting calmer and calmer, and in the
end, she was already terrifying calm.
Suddenly, she picked up the bath towel next to her. It was thick enough and she only needed to gently
cover Cecelia's mouth and nose.
She could easily end the life of the weak and dying Cecelia then and there.
She was struggling and she was hesitant.
In the end, the evil, selfish and greedy nature prevailed.
Keeping her own life was more important than having a family.
She couldn't possibly turn back now.
Her hands were trembling, and her tears were falling in big globs. She sobbed uncontrollably, "Mom,
I'm sorry. Don't blame me. I will miss you."
The thick bath towel then was falling on Cecelia's pale face…