Chapter 1891
Chapter 1891: Three Months (Part 1)
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The two stood face to face.
One stood outside the door, the other inside.
Only a few centimeters apart.
Yet the atmosphere between them had dropped to a new low.
Glenn Hutchinson stood there, immovable, just as he did in countless memories, without the slightest change.
Flossie Wright gripped the dagger tightly, her dark pupils seemed to have a layer of frost, cold enough to cover all emotions and thoughts, leaving only that chilling cold spreading inadvertently, as if it could freeze a person to the bone.
But the hand holding the dagger trembled slightly with minute movements.
Knowing well that killing him would change nothing.
Knowing well that killing him wouldn’t bring anything back.
Knowing well that killing him would only...
Bring about an even greater disaster.
Yet the outburst of anger and hatred couldn’t suppress this impulse.
Death, is it?
At worst, we die together!
Those cold eyes grew even colder, the killing intent flared.
Flossie Wright tightened her grip on the dagger, lifting her gaze to Hutchinson’s stern face, aiming at his heart, and fiercely stabbed down!
The dagger, thrusting downward, whipped up a bitterly cold wind in the air.
Just like the sudden burst of killing intent!
This knife, a gift from Glenn Hutchinson.
A Trident Folding Knife.
Always carried with her.
And now, it pierced into Glenn Hutchinson’s body.
The sharp blade cut through the blood-stained coat, then pierced through the outer layer of skin protection, finally, violently plunging into the flesh.
It took almost no strength for the entire blade to sink in completely!
The hand holding the hilt didn’t release in time, and blood seeped out along both sides of the blade, staining the coat outside, while the fingers also touched the warm blood.
Feeling that warmth, Flossie’s grip on the hilt loosened slightly, fingers releasing the hilt one by one.
Finally, she slowly stepped back.
Flossie stood resolutely, the coldness between her brows never diminishing in the slightest.
She looked at Glenn Hutchinson in front of her.
His face slightly pale, fine cold sweat beading at his temples, so close she could even see his trembling eyelashes, yet he made no sound of pain, the stern and handsome face never showed the slightest change.
Only when meeting those pitying eyes did a dense stab of pain surge from the bottom of her heart.
A feeling extremely repressive and uncomfortable.
"Captain..."
From the corridor, along with quick footsteps, came the voice of Dixon Garrison calling out.
Step by step, approaching slowly.
It was then that the expressionless Glenn Hutchinson frowned, took a step forward, and raised his hand to grasp the door, slamming it shut.
Just as Dixon was about to reach the door, naturally he was shut out.
Dixon Garrison stopped outside the door.
A bit curious.
But seeing Flossie’s shadow vaguely, he thought for a moment and didn’t continue knocking or calling, instead paused for a moment before turning around and leaving.
The footsteps, one after another, gradually moved away again.
Flossie stood in place.
This time, Glenn stood to her right, facing her, his tall figure standing motionless, as if that knife just now hadn’t affected him at all.
After a moment, Flossie turned sideways.
Facing Glenn, she then took a step forward, standing straight in front of him.
— End of Chapter 1891 —