Chapter 198 Call Me Auntie
Chapter 198 Call Me Auntie
Mary’s face twisted in agony, her voice trembling and broken. “You dare to kill me?”
Lucy blinked her wide, innocent eyes, looking as harmless as a little bunny–soft, gentle, and utterly devoid of malice.
“Oh, I dare. I’ve already killed six people. What’s one more? Especially when you dared to lay a hand on my niece.
“Unlucky for you, I caught you in the act of hitting her. So, you’re gonna die now,” Lucy said casually, like killing someone was just another everyday chore.
To Mary, Lucy’s words sounded like the whispers of a demon. She clutched her stomach in agony, unable to straighten her back, as blood seeped through her fingers.
“Please, spare me,” Mary begged. “My son is only one year old. He’s too young to grow up without a mother.”
But Lucy showed no mercy. Instead, she twisted the knife deeper. Mary’s intestines were shredded, and her screams echoed–piercing, desperate, and utterly horrifying.
Lucy’s eyes remained cold. “Your kid’s young? So what. My niece matters just as much. Your son ending up without a mom isn’t my problem. You hurt my little girl, and now you’ll pay for it.”
Mary broke down, sobbing and pleading, “Don’t kill me. I was wrong. I’ll make amends. I swear I’ll never hit Wretch again. I’ll treat her like my own child!”
“Did you just call her a ‘Wretch‘ again?” The word struck a nerve in Lucy. Without hesitation, she yanked the knife out. In one swift motion, she slashed Mary’s throat.
Mary’s body collapsed. Her desperate gasps for air turned into a horrifying struggle on the ground, creating a scene of utter
terror.
She let out guttural, choking sounds, as blood gushed out in torrents. Her eyes bulged in sheer terror, filled with an overwhelming desire to live. But in the end, her life ended in a pool of blood.
The knife gleamed red in the sunlight. Lucy wiped it casually on Mary’s clothes, then looked down at the child. Lying on the ground, the kid was ghostly pale, tears streaming down a face shaking with pure terror.
When dealing with Mary, Lucy had been a cold–blooded demon. But now, as her gaze fell on Camila’s daughter, all the hostility in her melted away, replaced by a tenderness so profound it softened her entire demeanor. “Sweetheart, don’t be scared. No one will ever hurt you again,” Lucy said, her voice gentle as a spring breeze. The child froze in fear by the gruesome scene. She stared at Lucy, her small body shaking. “Who are you?”
Lucy reached out and gently touched the child’s frail face–it was so much like Camila’s, especially when Camila had just been released from prison. Back then, Camila had been nothing but skin and bones, her sharp, hollow cheeks making her large, innocent eyes stand out even more.
As Lucy’s gaze lingered on the child, her face seemed to blur and merge with Camila’s in her mind. Tears welled up in Lucy‘ s eyes, spilling over as her voice trembled. “I’m your mom’s sister. You can call me Aunt Lucy.”
“My mom?” The child tilted her head, blinking her oversized eyes in confusion. She pointed to the lifeless Mary on the ground. “Isn’t she my mom?”
Lucy shook her head gently. “No, sweetheart. She’s a trafficker who took you away from your real family.”
The child’s eyes lit up instantly, the fear in her expression melting away. A smile blossomed on her face.
“Aunt Lucy, can you take me to my mom? I don’t want to stay here anymore. Everyone here hates me. They never give me food. I’m so hungry.”
Lucy’s tears streamed down uncontrollably. She pulled the child tightly into her arms.
This child’s fate was heartbreakingly similar to Camila’s. Lucy figured if she hadn’t found her here, her future would have been just as tragic as Camila’s.
The more Lucy thought about it, the more terrified she became. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll get you out of this hellhole,” she said firmly, lifting the child and preparing to leave.
Just then, a man walked in, his eyes immediately locking onto the lifeless body on the floor. “Did you kill my wife?” he shouted, his voice sharp with shock.
Where are you taking that brat? Kill my wife and Someone help! Murder!”
His gaze shifted to the child in Lucy’s arms, and Successfully unlocked! think you can just walk out of here? Over my dead body!” he bello
The child in Lucy’s arms began trembling uncontrollably. Her voice quivered as she whispered, “Dad.”
Lucy knew right then that this guy had been terrorizing the kid. Otherwise, the kid wouldn’t have been so terrified. Her eyes went cold as ice as she moved closer to him.
Chapter 198 Call Me Auntie
Just then, a group of villagers rushed in, blocked the doorway, and erupted in a cacophony of angry shouts.
“An outsider killing Mary in our place? Who does she think she is? Don’t let her escape!”
“Call the cops.”
Seeing the villagers rallying to his side, the man’s confidence surged. He strode toward Lucy, reaching out to snatch the child from her arms.
Lucy held the child tightly in one arm, while the knife in her other hand gleamed, ready for action.
Suddenly, the piercing wail of police sirens cut through the tense air, signaling their swift arrival.
Lucy’s heart sank–escape was no longer an option. Acting quickly, she set the child down, grabbed the man, and pressed the blade against his neck, taking him hostage.
“Don’t even think about moving, or you’ll regret it,” Lucy warned, her voice cold and steady.
The man’s body trembled, his voice shaking. “I–I won’t move. Please, don’t kill me.”
“Drop your weapon!” The officers, well–trained and efficient, began evacuating the crowd and surrounding the scene. Their guns were trained on Lucy, their tone firm. “Surrender now. There’s no way out.”
Lucy knew there was no escape. From the moment she killed that first person, she was ready for the day the police would catch her.
Now, every scumbag who had hurt Camila was dead. Lucy figured even if she died here today, it was worth it.
The only thing she couldn’t let go of was Camila’s child. Shielded behind the man, Lucy lowered her gaze to the little girl.
The child was trembling in fear, clutching Lucy’s leg tightly as if it were her only lifeline.
Lucy smiled gently. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I promise, no one will ever hurt you again.”
Perhaps sensing danger, the child began to cry. “Are they here to take you away? They are bad guys,” she said, pointing her tiny finger at the armed officers.
Lucy felt a pang in her chest, her nose stinging as tears threatened to fall. She forced them back and shook her head.” Sweetheart, they’re police. They’re the good guys. Go to them, okay?”
