M’s face was awash with tears, her emotion a mixture of anguish and resentment, as she gazed up


    at Murray and screamed, “Why did you have to take his life? Why?”


    With a mere smirk, Murray replied, “I kill whoever I want to kill, without any reason.”


    M’s sobs took an unexpected turn, morphing intoughter. As each tear fell onto her lips, she tasted


    the bitterness of sorrow.


    Seated on the ground, she cradled Nathan’s shoulders in herp, her arms gently supporting his head


    as she pressed her cheek against his chilling skin.


    Each tear that fell from her eyes found its way onto Nathan’s face, a silent cascade of grief. No longer


    did she cry out or protest.


    Instead, she held Nathan’s cold form close, her body trembling while her tears flowed ceaselessly


    down her cheeks.


    Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, her throat sore as she whispered, “Nate is dead. None of


    you will get hydronium, and you won’t find M either. You can kill me now.”


    “Where is M?” Murray demanded angrily.


    M held onto Nathan tightly. For the first time in her life, she experienced the agony of losing a loved


    one.


    She realized that the pain ran so deep that she didn’t even dare to keep living. It felt like everything in


    the world was no longer irrelevant to her.


    “Kill me,” M repeated through her sobs, her tone bing more intense.


    Murray walked over, grabbed M’s cor, and pulled her up, his won’t?”


    gaze icy. “Do you think I


    M trembled violently, her eyes red from crying, her body still shaking. In a fit of hysteria, she


    purposely enraged him, “Kill me, kill me! You coward, scum, trash! You’re a monster. You’re not a


    monster if you don’t kill me!”


    Murray was instantly provoked. He drew his gun and pointed it at M’s head.


    M felt an unprecedented sense of relief. Without a hint of fear, she closed her eyes slowly. All she


    hoped for now was to catch up to Nathan after death. She wanted to be with him and to find their


    parents together in the afterworld.


    She choked her tears and whispered, “I’m sorry, Nate. I’mte, but please wait for me.”


    She awaited the sound of the gunshot with her heart aching terribly. She hoped the shot would end her


    agony soon.


    “No.” A tense roar rang out.


    Immediately, M felt the gun above her head being pushed away, and a familiar voice, frantic and


    panicked, pleaded, “Don’t kill her.”


    M slowly opened her eyes. In her line of sight was Oliver.


    He grabbed Murray’s gun, and pushed M away forcefully, his expression tense. “Mr. Manning,


    please, don’t kill her.”


    Murray red at M, sneering, “Anyone who dares to insult me in this world ends up She’s asking for


    it.”


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    Oliver’s heart was in turmoil as he nced at Nathan on the ground and then at M, who seemed


    devoid of any will to live. He knew that if Nathan died, M wouldn’t survive either.


    Oliver hurriedly tried to calm the situation. “Chubs, stay put and don’t anger Mr. Manning.”


    With that, he went down to check Nathan’s carotid artery and found a faint pulse. Immediately, he


    began CPR.


    Seeing a glimmer of hope, M rushed over, kneeling beside Nathan without disturbing Oliver’s rescue


    efforts. She held Nathan’s hand gently, rubbing it softly, hoping to give him some warmth.


    Holding her breath with her tears shimmering, M gazed at Nathan’s pale cheek.


    In her heart, she silently prayed, “Nate, as long as you survive, I’m willing to do anything.”