Rex stepped back in horror.
His right foot slipped on the wet riverbank, causing a few pebbles to roll into the river, making a sound and splashing small water droplets.
His legs instantly went weak, and he knelt down on the ground.
"Please, don't kill me. I'll give you anything you want. Money... you want money, right? I'll give you money... I'll give you all my money..."
The man wearing the duckbill cap snorted disdainfully, "Blame yourself for offending the wrong people. We'll give you a quick death as a favor for your begging."
With that, the two men approached Rex with their knives.
Rex instinctively stepped back, but his foot landed on empty space, and he was too scared to move.
"Who sent you to kill me?"
Apart from those he owed money to, he couldn't remember who else he had offended.
If it was really about debts, they wouldn't want his life for sure.
If he died, they would never get that money back!
So, these two men must not be from the debt collectors.
"Go ask in hell!"
The two men didn't waste words, they just took their knives and stabbed towards Rex's abdomen.
Rex's legs weakened, and his body lost balance, falling backward.
He covered the bleeding wound and fell backwards into the river behind him.
There was a 'plop'.
Water splashed everywhere.
Rex was quickly swallowed by the river.
The man in black clothes asked, "Bro, should we go down and find the body?"
The man with the duckbill cap looked at the blood on the fruit knife, threw it into the river, and said nonchalantly, "I stabbed him just now, and the river is fast. He won't survive! Let's go back and report."
The man in black nodded.
The two turned and left.
...
In his sleep, Elliot suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. He abruptly opened his eyes, sitting up from the bed, hands tightly pressing on his chest, gasping for air.
What's going on?
Why suddenly feeling uneasy.
It's like something happened.
Could it be something wrong with his father?
He got out of bed, wanting to go to Samantha and borrow her phone to call his father.
But it was already the early hours of the morning.
The house was pitch black.
Samantha and Charlotte had already fallen asleep.
To avoid waking them up, Elliot had to return to his room and lie back down on the bed.
Perhaps, he was just overthinking.
His father had been fine all these years, how could something happen tonight!
It must be sudden indigestion or something!
Elliot comforted himself.
But.
He couldn't sleep at all this night.
The next day when he woke up, he had two big dark circles under his eyes.
Charlotte was startled by his appearance and couldn't help but ask with concern, "Elli, what's wrong with you? Did you have trouble sleeping last night?"
Elliot went along with her, "Yeah! I had a bit of trouble sleeping."
Charlotte affectionately took his hand and smiled, "Come more often in the future, then you won't have trouble sleeping!"
Saying that, she led him to sit down at the table.
The table was already filled with a delicious breakfast.
Afraid that he would feel awkward, Charlotte handed him a small cake proudly, "Let me tell you, the small cakes my mommy makes are so delicious. Try it quickly. If you like it, I'll ask my mommy to pack some for you to take to school later."
The small cake was still warm.
It felt warm in his palm.
The warmth spread throughout his body from his palm.
Instantly warming his whole body.
This feeling was very unfamiliar.
But he didn't dislike it.
He even liked it.
Seeing him staring blankly at the cake in his hand, Charlotte urged, "Hurry up and eat! It's really delicious! If you don't believe me, I'll show you..."
As she said that, she stuffed a piece into her mouth.
Her small mouth was completely filled.
Her cheeks puffed up.
Looking cute and silly.
The dark depths of Elliot's heart seemed to be illuminated by a layer of light.
He couldn't help but smile, stuffing the small cake in his hand into his mouth.
The small cake was soft, sweet, and melted in his mouth, instantly bringing sweetness to his heart.
Charlotte looked at him expectantly, her eyes sparkling, "How is it? Is it delicious?"
Elliot nodded, "Yeah, it's delicious!"
With her mother's cooking affirmed, Charlotte smiled even brighter, and stuffed a few more into his hand.
At this time, Samantha walked out of the kitchen wearing an apron, holding a bowl of steaming noodles and placing it in front of Elliot with a smile, "I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I prepared a plate of noodles for you."
Elliot looked at the gentle woman in front of him, and involuntarily, the sharp and harsh face of his biological mother from yesterday flashed in his mind.
A bitter feeling surged in his heart.
Why did other people's mothers love their children, but his mother didn't want him? Not only that, she would also scold him, thinking of him as an unnecessary illegitimate child.
Thinking of this, tears unknowingly welled up in his eyes.
The eye sockets that had been dry for a long time were once again filled with tears.
Seeing him like this, Samantha immediately became flustered, "Oh my, why are you crying? Did I do something wrong? Or do you not like the food? What do you like to eat? I'll make it for you?"
Elliot forcefully sniffed, lowered his head, and silently picked up the noodles in front of him, eating slowly.
As he ate, tears fell into the plate with a pitter-patter.
Seeing this, Samantha felt a pang of heartache. She quietly walked over, gently rubbing Elliot's little head, "If your daddy doesn't come home at night, We are always here for you to come and play."
Elliot nodded, but didn't say anything. Because he was already moved to the point where he couldn't speak.
Charlotte felt even more sorry for him. He must be so pitiful. How could there be such a pitiful child in the world?
After breakfast.
Samantha drove them to school together.
Just as they arrived at school, Elliot borrowed a phone from a teacher and called Rex.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off. Please try again later."
Elliot called five times in a row, but the result was the same.
The phone couldn't be reached.
The feeling of unease in his heart became even stronger.
...
Rex was hiding in an inn, borrowing some iodine, antibiotics, and bandages from the owner, and casually treated his wounds in the room.
Although the fruit knife didn't hit any vital organs, but it did pierce into his abdomen for real.
Every time he applied the iodine, it stung so much that he sucked in a cold breath.
After treating the wound, his body was covered in sweat as if he had just taken a bath.
There were bloody cotton balls all over the floor.
Looking at the wounds on his body and thinking about his situation, Rex cursed angrily.
Fuck.
If he knew who wanted him dead.
He would definitely kill them.
Luckily he knew how to swim, and the knife didn't pierce too deep.
Otherwise, he would have been a goner.
After treating his wounds, he borrowed a phone from the owner and called Suzy.
At the same time, at the Miller family.
Suzy received the killer's reply, and her heart felt like it was floating on cloud, almost about to float away with happiness.
Rex was finally dead.
She was finally completely free.
No one could threaten her anymore.
She hadn't been happy for long when her phone suddenly rang...
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