Chapter 374
Felicia stared at the shadow for several seconds as if trying to imprint every detail of the figure in her mind.
Then, she picked up Carmen, and before the second gunshot could ring out, she swiftly rolled with Carmen in her arms and retreated into the building.
At the same time, the four trusted subordinates of the Glovers family finally appeared. They looked up at the building and immediately rushed inside, prepared to capture the hitman.
“Carmen, hang in there. Stay with me, stay with me…”
She took out her needle case and quickly set it up, injecting one needle after another into Carmen’s body, using all the techniques she knew.
But Carmen had already stopped breathing.
Her pulse and heartbeat had both ceased after taking that bullet.
Felicia covered her face in agony, tears mixing with blood as they slipped through her fingers.
“We were supposed to have dinner together… I cooked your favorite dishes…”
Also stained with blood was the key she never had the chance to give.
Felicia knelt on the floor, her body curled up in pain. A lump of agony choked her throat, and her shoulders trembled violently. The only sounds she could make were hoarse, desperate
cries.
“It’s my fault… It’s all my fault…”
Her heart felt like it was being torn apart.
She remembered that night, on New Year’s Eve, under the fireworks and firecrackers outside, when Carmen had brought her food.
She remembered Carmen, drunken and drowsy, full of energy, saying, “I want to go sailing and see what’s at the end of the sea.”
She remembered that when she escaped from the Glovers family in Ablil, Carmen was the first -to pick her up. Carmen gave her a hand–sewn cloth pouch filled with salt, saying it could ward
off bad luck.
She took the cloth pouch from her pocket.
The stitching was crooked and far from perfect.
The pouch even spilled a little salt occasionally, leaving grains of salt scattered in her pocket. She had joked with Carmen last time, saying she wouldn’t ever run out of salt for cooking.
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Carmen repeatedly reminded her not to remove it and that she needed to carry it for good luck.
“Carmen, did you forget to prepare one for yourself? Or maybe being friends with me was the biggest mistake of all.”
Felicia slowly rose, placing the blood–stained pouch in Carmen’s hand, holding her increasingly cold hand. Her voice was hoarse, each word a painful promise. “Don’t be afraid. I will send those people down to meet you and atone for their sins.”
There were still people coming in and out of the building. They were shocked when they saw the scene, screaming so loudly that it felt like the roof might collapse.
In the end, Tom and Alyson arrived.
It was late, and it was clear that he was devastated. However, when his son cried out in fear, he turned away from Carmen’s body to comfort his son.
Felicia stopped them and handed them a sum of money. Tom frowned, but under Alyson’s insistence, he reluctantly agreed to give up Carmen’s body.
As Felicia carried Carmen away, Tom, looking at the money, couldn’t help but ask, “Where are you taking her?”
“To the end of the sea,” she replied.
She bought a luxury yacht, hired an expensive crew, and personally took Carmen’s ashes. aboard, sailing to the place Carmen had dreamed of–the end of the sea.
There were no flowers or farewells along the way, but there were stars and the vast ocean.
By the time Felicia returned to Khogend, it had been four days.
She found the four trusted subordinates of the Glovers family.
They had expected her to ask if they had captured the sniper, but before they could formulate their response, they heard her say, “I want to see Maurice. Either he comes to see me, or I’ll go see him.”
