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Chapter 1191

Joyce took a few sharp breaths and didn't say a word.

"Don't shake your hand, come on, hold the gun steady. Your marksmanship, isn't it the world's best?

Don't miss the shot." Charlotte's eyes almost popped out.

The thrill of watching the two of them, killing each other, was too intense.

Joyce froze in place as she slowly raised the gun and finally pointed it straight at Luther's heart.

Love and family.

Her parents and Luther. She would have to choose one or the other.

When the gun was pointed at his heart, her brow twitched violently, like a fire blown by the wind.

The sky outside the rotten building, from just now, had turned gloomy, and it began to snow.

With no windows above the rotten building, snowflakes drifted in unrestrainedly.

Luther looked at Joyce in shock, his breathing disturbed.

He never thought that one day, her gun would be pointed at his heart.

"Luther, you know what?" Without warning, raging tears welled up, and Joyce had never vented like

this before.

Her voice sounded as if it had been cut by a knife, "I hate you! I hate you! You think you know

everything? In fact, you don't know anything! Falling off a cliff into the sea, my daughter! She ... shenovelbin

was dead! I named her, Iris."

"It's all you, it's all your fault. You're the culprit!" She yelled, tears pouring out, she raised her left hand

and wiped them haphazardly, but the more she wiped, the fiercer they became.

Her right hand, holding the pistol steady, was always pointed at his heart.

Luther was shocked, his black eyes full of endless regret and pain.

It turned out that he had such deep sins.

It turned out that she was never willing to meet him with her true face because ...

Anderson, Iris.

Only Anderson survived.

It turned out that four years ago, she was pregnant with two children and fell off a cliff into the sea. God

did not give her all the gifts. They lost their daughter, Iris.

At this moment, he could imagine how desperate she was.

He finally understood how much she hated him, why she hadn't shown up for four years, and why she

couldn't forgive him.

All the sins were originally just his sins alone.

His body trembled violently, and his handsome face turned snow-white in a flash.

"Joyce, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I really didn't know."

She slowly raised her head, still unable to stop the tears.

Looking at each other, the painful past surged in front of them. Four years was not a long time, but for

them, it was longer than this life.

Charlotte painfully watched them fall in love with each other more than anything else. It turned out that

between them, there was such an entanglement.

She kept goading, "Go ahead, shoot. Sharpshooter, kill him now."

Luther's voice was deep and painful with a note of determination.

"As long as you shoot, I willingly suffer death ..."

Joyce took a sharp breath and her eyes suddenly turned stern.

"Luther, with this shot, I will send you to our child!"

She pulled the trigger.

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