Chapter: 630
"Okay," Rachel promised.
"I'll wear this till the day I die."
And she did. She was buried with the necklace.
"Rachel, you kept your word.*
Victor clutched the necklace tightly that it pierced his palm. Yet, he didn't feel the pain even if his hand bled. The more he held the necklace tightly, the less pain he felt in his heart. It seemed that it was only in this way that he could relieve the sharp pain in his heart.
And then, blood splattered, crimson droplets on the coffin.
"Vic!" Carson stopped at what he was saying when he saw Victor wiping off the blood with his own hands. Now, the coffin was even dirtier with blood on the coffin.
"Vic, that's enough! Your hand is already bleeding." Carson could not bear to see what Victor was doing to himself that he felt he had to stop him.
"Carson," Victor said in a low and hoarse voice. He had stopped wiping the blood.
“It hurts." His voice was trembling slightly.
Carson was stunned.
"What?"
With lips pursed, Victor turned his head to look at Carson. Blood was still dripping down from the corner of his mouth.
“It hurts here."
He pressed his heart with his hand that held the necklace.
Carson's eyes turned red.
He knew what Victor had gone through. He had been shot three times.
He had a car accident. His leg was deeply cut with a knife at one time. He didn't get an injection of anesthesia before he had the cut stitched. Still, he didn't utter a word about his pain.
Carson was shocked when Victor said that it hurt. So, how much pain was he feeling?
"I regret it," Victor said in a hoarse voice.
"I truly regret it."
A man and a woman were standing not far away from them. No one had noticed them. They both wore black windbreakers that disguised them in the dim surroundings.
The man was Quintin. Holding an umbrella, he squinted his eyes to see more clearly in the dark.
"Boss, you're right. It was a good idea to throw the necklace there."
The woman was Rachel. She was watching Victor, who was now kneeling on the ground. No one could tell what she was thinking about.