Chapter 509
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Fresh blood continued to flow from his wounds, but Alex paid no attention. He rushed through the store searching for items he wanted to give Ellie. Surely, she was expecting a girl. He piled up pink baby clothes and tiny dresses from the shelves.
‘But what if it’s a boy?‘ He quickly grabbed a few white onesies and baby bottles. ‘She must be going through a tough time during her pregnancy. I wonder if her feet are swollen.‘
Alex tirelessly grabbed maternity clothes, comfy shoes, and even a massage chair. Within moments, he held a massive bundle in his arms. He kept reaching for more items, causing some to tip over.
When he couldn’t find a bag, he grabbed a baby blanket from a shelf above to wrap everything up. He spotted a small drum resting on a stroller–a little toy. He quickly stuffed the drum into his pocket and dashed out into the rain.
Ellie stood motionless in the garden, gazing at the front door. Her thoughts broke when she heard Whitney’s voice.
“You’ve been standing out here for over two hours. Come inside; you just recovered.” Whitney pulled at her arm, but Ellie wouldn’t move. It wasn’t until Joanna came outside that Ellie finally listened.
Moments later, Alex arrived at the Thompson residence, carrying baby supplies. He hugged his bundle tightly as he pulled the little red drum from his pocket and pounded on the door, shouting for Ellie with wild desperation in his eyes.
The police had caught wind of his presence and were closing in; he was short on time. Due to excessive exertion, he accidentally worsened his injuries, blood dripping down his arm onto his hand.
Yet, Alex seemed oblivious to his pain. He grabbed the gate of the Thompson residence, shaking it frantically and yelling.
With police sirens becoming louder, he clutched his burden with one arm and attempted to scale the gate with the other.
“I’ll just take a look at her, and then I’ll go back,” he murmured repeatedly.
Struggling and injured, his climb slowed. Just as he was about to leap inside, he was hit by a police rubber bullet, striking a critical area.
In an instant, Alex lost consciousness, collapsing with the supplies he held. The red drum fell in the Thompson residence.
In his final moments, he held a pink baby bottle with his left hand while his elbow cradled two tiny garments and a pair of flat shoes meant for a pregnant woman.
Tears glistened in his eyes, his lips slightly parted, as if he still had words left unspoken. Soon, both he and the items he took from the maternity store were taken away by the police.
“Mom, I hear someone calling my name.” Ellie, feeling uneasy in the living room, thought she heard Alex’s voice.
She rushed out of the room, sprinting to the entrance. Flinging the door open, she found no one.
“Where did this little drum come from?” Joanna asked. Ellie turned to face her. To her horror, she saw the small red drum in Joanna’s hand, clearly stained with blood.
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