“Enough! Stop it!” Russell leaped into action and dragged Cindy away from Henrick.
Pain squeezed her head, and she felt her legs go limp. Russell had to support her.
Clenching his jaw, Henrick declared, “Russell, stay out of this. I shall beat her to a pulp today!”
Russell stood in front of Cindy in a protective manner. He had one arm before her and another on Henrick's chest. “Rick, calm down. You'll have to go to jail if you kill her.”
Henrick regained his composure at his words. The menacing glare in his eyes faded away.
“That's right. Take a few deep breaths to calm down,” Russell advised.
Cindy stood behind Russell, watching as the raging Henrick simmered down. She took one look at Russell, who seemed torn. Her mind turned blank briefly before the wheels in her head started turning.
If Henrick isn't dead, whose funeral is this? Could it be Arielle's? She's from the countryside, so it's possible that she died after failing to adjust to the new environment.
Cindy glanced around, but Arielle was nowhere to be seen. Is Arielle dead for real?
Delight, disappointment, and regret filled her heart at that thought.
She was delighted that the annoying Arielle was finally dead, but she felt disappointed at the fact that Henrick was still alive. She also regretted not finding out who was in the coffin before wailing her heart out.
An array of emotions flashed across Cindy's face.
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