In the quiet bedroom, a dripping sound was heard clearly.
It was the sound of blood dripping onto the floor. At that moment, Shawn stood by the bed and did not move, nor did he care about his wounds. In fact, he allowed his wound to bleed while he had his gaze fixated on Sharon.
Meanwhile, Sharon's entire body went numb from his stares.
A moment later, William's voice sounded anxiously outside the door, "Mr. Lewis, let me go in and bandage your wound."
However, Shawn ignored him and looked at Sharon. In a hoarse voice, he asked, "Were you going to kill me if William didn't enter the room?"
"Yes!" Without hesitation, Sharon raised her head to look at him and said, "That day, when you called me, I already had the determination to kill you. Do you think two months of me staying by your side would help me lessen my hatred for you? No, Shawn. In these two months, my hatred for you has been growing stronger every day."
With a voice that was as soft as cotton but which also sounded empty, Shawn asked, "Do you... hate me that much?"
"Indeed! You've killed my father! How could you do that to my father?" Whenever Sharon mentioned her father, she would get very emotional. At that moment, she endured the intense pain in her legs and sat up from the bed. As she looked into his eyes, she questioned in a cold voice, "Shawn, have you lost your conscience? The moment you killed my father, did you even think that he once treated you and loved you as if you were his own son? However, in the end, you took his life away with your own hands. How could you do that to him?"
Since Sharon couldn't use her legs due to the injury, so she supported herself with her knees. After she crawled forward a few steps, she suddenly reached out and grabbed Shawn's clothes to pull him right toward her face. With her voice which was almost on the verge of breaking down, she asked, "Tell me, what were you thinking when you killed him back then? You saw how much pain my father was in, yet you did nothing to save him. Shawn, right here..."
Then, she pointed to his heart and said, "... Your conscience, does it feel good? Have you had any nightmares? Did my father haunt you
in your sleep? Do you know why I didn't hand those videos to the police? It was because I didn't want to let you off easily. I would only feel satisfied if I killed you with my own hands!"
While Sharon burst into tears, she shouted, "Someday, I will definitely kill you. I will avenge my father!"
When she was done, she hugged herself and curled up her body into a ball on the bed as she whimpered in despair.
In the meantime, Shawn's whole body was trembling, and even his muscles were shaking uncontrollably. Every word Sharon uttered was like a sharp sword that was stabbing his mind, and the pain was unbearable.
Immediately, he knelt next to the bed and took her into his arms, "I'm sorry, I was obsessed, and I lost my mind. Sharon, I'm sorry, you can beat me up and scold me, and you can also kill me. Just don't torture yourself like this!"
As Shawn uttered those words, he turned her body toward him and used his hand to wipe away her tears. However, Sharon's tears were flowing like a river, and he couldn't stop them, so he lowered his head and kissed her to wipe away all of the salty tears.
At that moment, he muttered to himself, "I regretted it. I regretted it the moment I came out of your father's ward. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
When Sharon saw that he had finally admitted it himself, she let out a scream and gave him a hard slap.
A loud smack was heard, and five handprints appeared on Shawn's face. With a face that was numb and red, he looked at her with a fiery gaze, "I know you hate me, but how can you stop hating me? Will you stop hating me once you've killed me? Huh?"
"Fine, as long as you stop hating me, you can kill me!"
As soon as Shawn finished his words, he stood up and found a small dagger. Directly, he placed it in Sharon's hand as his lips trembled, "Come on, stab me!"
With his finger pointed at his own heart, he said, "If you killed me, you won't hate me anymore, right?"
Then, he held her wrist and slowly stabbed the knife into his own chest under her shocking gaze.
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