Chapter 1222 Will You Kill Me?

"Are you afraid?"

Looking at Ysabel's pale face, Fill couldn't help but laugh.

He was very handsome, but because of his gloominess, people usually ignored his handsome face.

Ysabel rarely saw him smile. Sometimes, he smiled coldly and would frighten people, but this time, Fill
really smiled.

And there was a dimple on the right side of his face, which made him look like a sunshine boy.

His current smile was so pure that it was tempting.

Ysabel hurriedly turned around.

Attracting?

How could she possibly think that this man was attracting?

He was a devil, okay?

Fill didn't know about Ysabel's thoughts. He wanted another cigarette, but there was none left.

After Whitney died, he couldn't do without nicotine. He smoked more and more, and now he was
addicted to it.

Now that the cigarette case was empty, he frowned slightly, but still didn't leave.

He looked at the traffic outside and whispered, "You know what? After I avenged Whitney, I returned to
Whitney's hometown. I wanted to bring her parents over and take care of them for Whitney, but they
kicked me out. It turned out that they didn't even want to see me."



"They said I was a devil. How could I be so cruel? Why didn't I just hand those people over to the law
for punishment? Why did I have to tear them into pieces one by one? I thought I was hearing a joke at
that time."

"Why didn't they say that to those people who did that thing to Whitney? Whitney is just a woman, a
weak woman. How can they be so cruel and dismember her? I was just avenging her. But her parents
saw me as a sinner. They said that I don't deserve Whitney. They said it was lucky that I'm not married
to Whitney. Otherwise, Whitney might be affected by me. "

Fill finally revealed some pain and sadness.

The pain was so great that it made Ysabel feel sad, too

"How can they do this to you? You're doing this for their daughter, aren't you?"

Yes.

It was for Whitney that he had turned himself to a ghost, but her parents did not understand him. He
was very painful and sad, but he did not care.

The only person he cared about was Whitney.

Everyone has their own means of revenge.

If he left those bastards to the law, they would definitely be sentenced to death, but in that way, they
would die without pain.

Given what Whitney had suffered, they didn't deserve a happy ending.

Fill's eyes once again turned cold.



"I don't blame them. They were all honest people. They grew up in the sunshine. They didn't know how
much darkness and cruelty there was in this world. All they knew was that their daughter had been
killed and made a martyr. This is the glory of the family and the pride of Whitney. But if I were to
choose, I would rather not choose that. I only want Whitney to stand beside me to watch the sunrise,
and have children for me. I just want us to spend the rest of our lives together. "

Fill's voice suddenly choked, and tears surged up in his eyes.

How long had it been?

How long had it been since he had missed Whitney so much last time?

Nine years!

He had been living a life of a walking corpse, but today, his wound was torn open again. Seeing his
original intentions and genuineness in that scar, he suddenly lost control.

Ysabel was stunned.

He seemed to badly love that woman called Whitney.

If she had such a boyfriend, she would do anything.

But what about Jarrod?

Ysabel suddenly didn't want to think about it.

She lowered her head and whispered, "He picked me up."

Fill was slightly surprised.



He just wanted to finish what he had wanted to say to Whitney over the years, but he didn't expect that
Ysabel would also begin to tell her own story.

Fill frowned but did not interrupt her.

Ysabel smiled bitterly and said, "I was an orphan. I have been in the orphanage since childhood. The
other children were really annoying. They always bullied me. Because I am an Asian, I never fitted in
with them, and even the Principal wouldn't help me. Every day I ate their leftovers and drank the water
they left. I thought I would stay there forever, but when I was fourteen, Jarrod appeared in my life."

"He came to me like an angel and gently said to me, 'Do you want to leave this place? Do you want to
come with me?' His smile was so warm and bright, and he is an Asian, too. So I left with him without
any hesitation. I told myself that I just wanted to find someone of my own kind, someone who looked
like me."

Suddenly, Ysabel cried out.

She wasn't loud, and even could be counted as quiet, with tears falling down her cheeks.

She continued, "Jarrod was really nice to me. He gave me the best food, dressed me in the best
clothes, and bought me dolls that I always wanted but couldn't get. I liked him more and more. He also
told me that he liked my obedience. So I tried even harder to obey him. We've lived together for a year,
and one day, he told me that to stand by his side required power and that I was too weak now, so I
needed to strengthen myself to keep up with him. I agreed without hesitation. Because I wanted to be
with him."

"No one ever treated me so well, and no one had ever cared about what I wanted, except him. He gave
me warmth, he gave me everything I wanted, and for me it was heaven. He said that when I became
stronger, he would help me find my biological parents, and then ask them, why didn't they want me? I



know that he just wanted to stand up for me. So when he told me to enrich myself, I really didn't want to
disappoint him."

"Then I was thrown onto an island. A lot of kids were sent there. There were also a few Asian children.
I was really happy. After all, apart from Jarrod, I didn't know any other Asians. No one knew how happy
I was to see so many people of my age who had the same skin color with me."

"Our training was very hard. It was so hard that I always cried alone in the middle of the night.
However, no one comforted me. I missed him very much. I wanted to call him, but those people said
that I couldn't. They said that he had instructed that I could only go back to him after I had mastered the
skills."

"Three years, I had spent three years in that place. Then I finally figured out what those people were
doing there. The friendship I had once yearned for did not come. There had only been the cruelest fight
among us. For three years, I had been wounded, and I finally managed to return to him. He told me
that as long as I came here to kill you, he would get married with me."

Tears had already ruined Ysabel's makeup.

She looked up, straight at Fill with eyes that resembled Whitney's and said, "I really have no choice. I
love him so much. I know there's no grudge between us. It's my fault for coming here to kill you, but this
is the only way I can pursue happiness. I am an emotionally deficient person. I have no family, no
friends. I only have him. For this man, I can give up the bottom line of my life, I can give up the
conscience and I just want to seize my happiness. But I even screwed this up. "

Hearing what she said, Fill's face changed.

Perhaps others couldn't understand, but he understood Ysabel's bitterness.

Because she had never obtained it before, she would try desperately to grasp the only hope.



Now that the hope had been gone, she must be in despair now.

Fill suddenly became soft.

Just for the sake of her face.

Fill whispered, "You killed one of my brothers. Dennis was about to get married, but you killed him."

Ysabel suddenly looked up with astonishment.

"I didn't kill anyone. I just hurt them."

"But Dennis died anyway because of loss of too much blood."

Fill knew that it was too cruel for him to say this to her.

He would like to believe that she did not intend to kill anyone, but anyway, Dennis died.

She must be held accountable for it.

Ysabel was surprised at first, and then she was confounded.

"You're going to kill me, aren't you? I can tell that you care about your brothers very much."

"Yes, they've been with me for nine years. They saved my life when I was about to die."

Ysabel was even more desperate.

"Will you kill me?"

"Yes. Tomorrow, I will kill you in public for Dennis."



There was hidden tremble and hesitance in Fill's voice.

Ysabel couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.

"What did Jarrod say? Didn't he say that he would come to save me? He is my fiancé!"

Fill frowned tightly.

He hadn't investigated Jarrod yet, but what he had learned from the conversation with Ysabel was that
Jarrod was definitely nurturing killers.

How could such a person have feelings?

Even if he did, it was impossible for him to fall in love with such an idiot like Ysabel.

Obviously, Jarrod had been using her.

Jarrod knew her feelings for him, so he made use of that. And he might even have given her to Fill as a
gift.

Fill recalled that he had slept with this woman before, because he thought that doing so would have
saved her from being killed by his brothers. After all, virginity was nothing when compared to life.

However, no one had expected Dennis to die.

It was obviously impossible for her to escape death for that.

What should he do?

He had taken her virginity, but she killed his brother. Was he really going to kill her tomorrow?


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