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Chapter 93 How Should I Pay Him?



Chapter 93 How Should I Pay Him?

The ward was so quiet that they could hear each other breathing.

Kelvin sat by the bedside of Becca, looking at her without saying a word.

In fact, Becca had woken up when she was in the emergency room. However, she heard the doctor

said that the man who had been sent here with her had died when the ambulance arrived.

Becca had known it for a long time, but she still had a little fantasy in his heart. She imagined if she had

an illusion before she passed out. She imagined that Albert was only slightly injured and did not

endanger his life.

Kelvin captured the subtle movements of her eyelids. He knew that she had woken up, but she didn't

want to face it. He sighed slightly and wanted to touch her hand.

However, the moment his hand touched hers, Becca dodged. She slowly opened her eyes, and her

tears fell down along the corner of her eyes.

"I'm sorry," Kelvin said in a low voice.

If he had noticed Laura earlier, he would not have put Becca into such a dangerous situation.

Becca looked at the ceiling without blinking. Her bright eyes had been lusterless.

She propped herself up and sat on the bed.

She rubbed the ring on her thumb which was belonged to Albert, remaining silent.

Kelvin stared at the ring, frowning.

He didn't expect that Albert would block the bottle of chloroazotic acid for Becca at such a critical

moment. If it weren't for him, Becca might have died.

He thought that only he was willing to risk his life to protect Becca, but in the end, he underestimated

the love through five years between them.

"I'll go and see him." Becca was about to get out of bed.

Kelvin quickly stopped her. Albert had been sent to the morgue. If Becca saw him, she would

experience another spiritual stimulation.

"Becca." Kelvin held her shoulders.

"Don't call me Becca!" Becca shook off Kelvin's hand like crazy.

Remember how Albert call her name desperately before he died. The word was like sharp knives,

accurately stabbing into her heart.

When Becca's foot fell to the ground, she felt a sharp pain from her bones, which had not recovered

yet, but she ignored it and went outside.

"Calm down!" Kelvin followed after her. "Leave his business to me. I'll help you do whatever you want

to do."

Becca didn't stop. She limped out, but she didn't know where her destination was.

Albert was already dead. Where was she going to find him?

However, she was the one who should have gone to hell. Albert died for her...

How did things end up like this?

She knew that Laura would retaliate against her because of what had happened before, so she was

prepared in her heart. However, she did not expect that Albert would bear the consequence for her...

Didn't he love her? Didn't they break up? Why did the two of them end up with such a tragic ending?

He died for her...However, how could she survive? As Laura said, how could she step on Albert's body

and live well?

"Becca." Kelvin hugged her tightly. "Listen to me. I'll do whatever you want. But please, don't torture

yourself. He's gone. I know you're very sad, but he died for you. You have to take care of yourself so

that he won't waste his efforts."

Becca was absolutely shattered to hear his words. She slowly fell to the ground. In an instant, she burst

into tears.

"I don't want him to die for me, I don't want him to exchange his life for mine! I want him to live well..."

Becca cried and shouted. "He is going abroad. He wants to start a new life. We don't owe each other

anything, but why didn't he leave? Why did he die for me?"

"I can pay all the debts, but he died for me... He died for me... How can I pay him back? How can I get

even with him..."

At the end of her words, Becca held Kelvin's arm tightly and wiped all her tears on his clothes.

"I know... I know you are very sad." Kelvin kissed her hair. She was in so much pain that his heart was

broken too.

But what could he do? If Albert was still alive and bullied Becca, he could beat him up. However, Albert

was dead. How could he fight with a dead man?

"Becca, just cry out, it's good for you. Take care of yourself. Let's go and bring the murderer of Albert to

justice together." At first, he felt pity for Laura because she suffered for Becca, but now, he only had

one thought in his mind.

Life for a life.

Becca stopped crying. She pushed Kelvin away as if she had thought of something.

Laura...Yes, Laura...

It was Laura who killed Albert. She must avenge Albert!

Becca struggled to stand up again when a noise came from the elevator entrance.

"Give my son back to me! Why should he die? My poor son..."Becca heard Nancy Jones's cry.

"John Garcia! Hand over your two daughters!" Bruce Davis also shouted in a hoarse voice, "Life for a

life. Both of them should die for my son!"

Becca trembled.

Although she did not have a good impression of Albert's parents because of her miscarriage, after all,

they almost became her parents-in-low.

Albert was the only son in the family, and he was the only heir. Since The Davis paid so much attention

to heirs, The Davis would suffer a great blow from Albert's death.

"Don't be afraid." Kelvin helped Becca up. "Someone's stopping them. They can't get in."

Becca shook her head and walked toward the elevator.

"Becca." Kelvin looked worried.

"Albert died for me. No matter what, I should face his parents." Becca choked with sobs. "I can't just

stand behind you and avoid facing them. Otherwise, my conscience will not be at ease."

"No matter what they want to do, don't stop them."

As she spoke, Becca was about to walk over.

The men in black blocked Bruce and his wife at the elevator entrance, preventing them from

approaching. The noise was endless.

Becca walked into their line of sight. Bruce was the first to stop crying. He stared at Becca with great This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

anger and resentment.

"Becca! You should pay for my son's death!" Bruce pounced on Becca like a madman.


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