Just look at Finley''s legs-probably still not healed even after these few days.


    Now, when it''s a matter of life and death, he remembered he''s her biological brother? Who was i before, endlessly oppressing her for Urs''s sake? Even today, he''s only here for Urs''s survival. No idea what bad luck she must have had in a past life to end up stuck with this kind of blood rtion in this one.


    Ronald''s hand moved to his waist.


    "Star, listen, just let me exin," Jaxon began, trying to diffuse the escting situation.


    Ste noticed Ronald''s movement too. She slipped out of his embrace in a hurry. "Oh, I just remembered- I haven''t fed my bunny yet. I should get on that. You guys carry on and talk." She knew her presence would only add fuel to the fire.


    Yorick and Jaxon were left speechless. Jaxon was on the brink of losing his life, and she was off to feed a rabbit?


    As Ste dashed out the door, Jaxon called after her, "Ste."


    But she was already gone, like a breeze, leaving no trace behind.


    Yorick shrugged, helpless. Jaxon''s heart sank.


    This girl... was she really going to leave him to die here?


    Jaxon turned his terrified gaze to Ronald.


    Ronald was casually spinning a gun in his hand, a deadly toy in an expert''s grip.


    Before Jaxon could fully process the movement, the cold barrel pressed against his forehead with a foreboding click.


    "Mr. Quinn, please, calm down. Let me exin," Jaxon stammered, sweat pouring down his brow.


    Regret flooded through him. Coming to Ste was nothing short of a death wish.


    Yorick stepped forward. "Mr. Quinn-"


    Bang!


    With a single sound, the air fell silent for just a moment before eruptingpletely with Jaxon''s piercing screams.


    Ste was halfway down the main driveway when she heard Jaxon''s cries. Her body tensed momentarily, but then she sighed with relief.


    If he could still scream, Ronald hadn''t killed him.


    Maybe just half-killed him.


    Jaxon clutched his hand in agony, pain radiating through his body.


    Ronald nced at the gun''s barrel, his voice cold and sharp, like a winter wind. "Two years ago, wasn''t it this hand you used to throw her?" Jaxon''s heart clenched.


    Hearing Ronald''s words, he


    immediately realized Ronald was referring to the time Ste had hit Urs. Back then, the scene had been chaotic. Enraged, he had grabbed Ste and thrown her aside. She had mmed into the


    ????%


    corner of


    a cab with her back, her face turning pale.


    How had Ronald found out? Did Ste tell him?


    Was this Ronald''s way of avenging his sister?


    Jaxon''s breath came in ragged gasps.


    Before he could utter a word, Ronald shifted his aim to Jaxon''s other hand. "And this hand, weren''t you about to p her with it?" Jaxon shook his head frantically. "No, I didn''t."


    In truth, he nevernded a p on


    Ste. She was a little tigress, impossible to pin down. She''d turned the ce upside down that day. Aside from that one push that injured her, he hadn''tid a finger on her


    With Ronald''s gun pointed at him again, Jaxon''s breath quickened. "Mr. Quinn, she''s still my sister. I..."


    Bang!


    Another scream tore from Jaxon''s throat, cutting his words short.


    Meanwhile, Ste had reached the main building and was too far to hear Jaxon''s second scream. When the second gunshot rang out, her heart skittered with uncertainty.


    Had Ronald finally decided to end Jaxon''s life?