Chapter 126 Don’t Die in the Ellison Residence
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The jagged rock of the artificial hill was unyielding, and Caroline charged at it with all her might. If she didn’t die, she would still lose half her life. Especially since she was determined to die.
“Caroline-”
David’s pupils contracted as he shouted her name.
In that instant, a wave of panic surged through him. He was afraid. Afraid… that she would die. But how could David, of all people, feel fear?
Hadn’t I wished countless times to kill her with my own hands?
Later, when David reflected on this moment, he told himself the reason he felt worried and anxious was simple. Caroline’s life is mine to decide. It isn’t hers to take.
If he wanted her dead, she wouldn’t live. If he wanted her alive, she wouldn’t be allowed to die.
Caroline stared at the artificial hill just inches away and closed her eyes without hesitation.
So be it. Let it end here.
Rather than watch helplessly as her child was taken from her, she would take her child and journey to the afterlife together.
Throughout her life, Caroline had faced countless moments where she had no control over her fate, countless moments where her destiny was decided by others. But this–choosing death–this was something she could take into her own hands.
She hurled herself at the rock. She imagined her forehead splitting open, the jagged edges of the hill piercing through her body, leaving her covered in blood–a gruesome, horrifying sight.
Ugly. Bloody. But what did it matter? I am about to die.
“Bang-”
A dull thud echoed, followed by a muffled grunt. The pain she had expected never came.
Caroline had no idea what she had collided with–something firm yet slightly yielding, far less unrelenting than the artificial hill.
The momentum of her charge, combined with her speed, caused her to bounce off whatever it was and stumble backward. She staggered several steps, her body swaying unsteadily, before collapsing to the ground.
Her vision spun, her head swam. The world around her blurred and twisted, making it impossible to see anything clearly.
Before she could gather her thoughts, David strode over and grabbed her with one hand, lifting her effortlessly.
“Caroline, are you trying to die?”
She had just started to feel slightly better, but being hoisted like that only made her dizzier.
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Chapter 126 Don’t Die in the Ellison Residence
Caroline replied instinctively, “I’ve been courting death all along
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“Death won’t come that easily, and don’t even think about dying in the Ellison residence!” David spat through gritted teeth. “I find it filthy!”
How dare she attempt to stain the Ellison residence with her blood!
Caroline, still dazed, felt her stomach churning violently. She wanted to figure out what had stopped her from colliding with the hill, who had intervened, or what she had hit.
But there wasn’t time to think–nausea overtook her.
“Ugh-”
Caroline bent over and started dry heaving. The nausea was even worse than her pregnancy sickness, but she hadn’t eaten much all night, leaving her with nothing to vomit.
In the end, even bile came up, leaving her utterly drained, drenched in cold sweat, her vision darkening, and her knees giving out. She collapsed to the ground, begging for mercy.
Her hands pressed against the rough stone–paved ground, where sharp gravel dug into her palms, cutting her skin. Her knees were scraped raw. But Caroline felt none of it.
All she felt was that living was more excruciating than dying.
Dying would be over in an instant, but this relentless suffering–she could feel every agonizing second of it.
David stood beside her, watching coldly from start to finish.
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