Chapter 1713: Chapter 1713: The Feeling of Death
With the order given, the boat began to head towards the heart of the river.
Here, the water was wide and the river roared; any lack of stability would capsize the boat.
The river’s heart was the deepest part and where the undercurrents were most tumultuous.
Due to resistance and headwind, the boat couldn’t pick up speed, but it was advancing little by little.
Spencer Childe stood at the bow, the strong wind lifting his white hair and clothes, his calm eyes gazing at the profound river.
He had seen Qiana’s last mont.
He couldn’t forget Qiana’s final appearance.
Qiana couldn’t swim; the mont she jumped into the river must have taken imnse force, accompanied by utter despair.
The water was so cold, how could she dare to jump in…
Jasmine Yale’s expression was very calm; she was pressed down by the bodyguards, leaning obliquely against the railing.
This position was actually quite comfortable, at least it eased so of the pain.
The bullet had struck her left scapula; at this mont, her left arm felt as good as useless, almost numb.
“Master, we’ve arrived.” The boat suddenly stopped.
The river’s heart was pitch dark.
Only the lights on the boat were still on, surrounded by darkness.
What is hell like, perhaps just like this?
Jasmine Yale missed the warm tea at the Cheney Residence, the fluffy carpet, the adorable Riceball, the cozy balcony.
The boat steadied, but due to the waves, it continued to sway left and right.
Lana Fern could hardly bear it anymore; it was too uncomfortable.
Spencer Childe sneered and approached Jasmine Yale, dropping his cane, suddenly grabbed Jasmine from the bodyguard’s hands, and dragged her to the edge of the boat!
Jasmine Yale was no match for Spencer Childe, no matter he was just an old man past his pri.
The icy rain poured down, making her life a misery.
The boat wasn’t big, nor was it high.
Spencer Childe forced Jasmine Yale to kneel at the boat’s edge, pressing her wet little head with callused hands, pushing it into the water repeatedly!
“Cough…” Jasmine Yale choked on the water.
It was unbearable, terribly unbearable.
It felt like her internal organs were filled with water, especially her nasal cavity, making it hard to breathe.
“Cough cough cough…”
After pressing three tis, Spencer Childe’s eyes were bloodshot, he was completely consud by a wrathful frenzy.
“Have you felt what it’s like to drown?” Spencer Childe said coldly, “That’s how Qiana died back then. Do you have any idea how desperate she must have felt when she jumped into the river? Everyone from the Xinez Family deserves to die, they all deserve to die! Especially you, a vixen trying to marry into our family!”
“Cough cough…” Jasmine Yale choked badly, with water streaming down her hair, unable to distinguish between river water, rain, and tears.
“Spencer Childe.” Jasmine Yale called his na, her voice indifferent, “The feeling of being abandoned by a father, ignored at death’s door like Mrs. Childe, how do I comprehend that?”
“I see you’re beyond redemption!” Spencer Childe was enraged by her words, pressing Jasmine Yale’s head down with force, pushing her into the water again.
This ti, he didn’t pull her back up quickly.
Jasmine Yale slled the scent of the river, and all her blood rushed frantically.
But slowly, her senses hurt as if they were filled with water, and the flow of blood gradually slowed.
There were buzzing sounds in her ears; at first, she could hear the roaring river, but these sounds grew fainter and fainter…
This must be the feeling of death, as she took steps toward it.
Before her seed a light, yet there were also many flowers and green grass.
Is this heaven?
User Comments
0 comments from readers