“Hannah!” Heather sat up in alarm, wanting to stop her. Shocked, Lily tried to do the same but was too late.
No one had expected that she would suddenly do that. Worried for her safety, Chump threw himself before Heather to protect her.
With the blade plunged deep into her stomach, a look of pain lingered briefly on Hannah’s face before she started to laugh.
Unknitting her brow, she let out a hearty laugh before tumbling aside.
“Hannah!” Heather rushed over and held her up, but being too weak, she almost fell together, if not for Chump’s support.
“Hannah! You wretched girl, are you nuts? Is it worth dying for such a man? Is it?” She shouted in shock, anger, and even anguish.
Lying in Heather's arms, Hannah laughed happily. Holding down the hilt with one hand, she lifted another and saw her palm covered with blood. “I’m so happy. I’m finally free and no longer a shadow of yours.”
She turned her head to Ralph and said weakly,” Ralphy… You don’t have to feel distressed anymore. I know you don’t like me that much. I-I’m happy to be able to care about you. What’s important is that I liked you, and it doesn’t matter if you cared about me!”
“Enough of this nonsense!” Heather scolded. “Get a doctor. Hurry!”
Hannah waved and said in a low voice, “There’s no need for a doctor. Just let me die. It’s so tiring to be alive! It truly is. Heather…”
Her voice got softer and softer as she gazed at Heather. “We’re even now, aren’t we?”
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