A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 82 Avery Forces Darlene to Kill Him

Darlene swept all the food on the small dining table to the ground. The sound of the plate breaking was crisp, and her hands were trembling.

But her expression was very calm. “Do you think we can go back to the old days? Then can you pick up the things on the ground and place them back here again? I suddenly feel that I can eat them.”

How could the broken plate and the dirty food on the ground be placed back on the dining table again?

Avery sat by the bed and stared at the ground. He did not speak for a long time.

It was so long that Darlene no longer had the desire to say another word to him. She reached out and put the small dining table aside. Then she leaned back and closed her

eyes.

“Can you go out? I want to rest for a while. You don’t have to waste your efforts on these. things. I am no longer interested in anything you do for me now, and I don’t want to listen to your ridiculous remarks.”

Avery stood up. When Darlene thought that he would not come in again after he left, he took the cleaner’s tools and returned to the ward, cleaning up the mess on the ground.

There were still some broken porcelain pieces on the ground. He took a mop and carefully cleaned it before sitting down by the bed. He did not have the confidence, but

he still said.

“I can make you new food. There is nothing that can’t be made. The food that fell to the ground can’t go back to its original state, but I can make you the new ones.”

Darlene’s chest heaved up and down. Because of her anger, she found it hard to keep calm when she said, “Just like you said, we can have another child, and you will compensate me again.

“Avery, even if I didn’t give birth to it, it was still a life. My younger brother is dead. How are you going to compensate me? Don’t be so ridiculous.”

“Then what do you want? Things have come to this. What else do you think I can do?” Avery could not hold back his emotions. He reached out to take the fruit knife from the bedside table and stuffed it into her hand.

so much that you don’t want to let me go. Now that things have come to this, tell me what I can do. How about I give you

scabbard, grabbed her hand, and pressed the

good when I face you every day? Do you think

Avery to hold the knife tightly. The blade pressed

did not want to become a

her hand away and said

his skin and flesh,

at her.

want. The artery on the neck is easily

and grabbed her hand to press the knife against his neck.

blade, and then

and the ground. The blood was

turned red. That hatred quickly spread in her mind and turned into an increasing urge to kill

was there to be afraid

only had two months left to live. It was such a good deal to

He stared at her and said, “The child in your stomach was killed by me. Have you

by me. Can’t you remember that? They are waiting for you to take revenge. The knife is in your hands and I am right in front of you. There is not even a surveillance camera in

lips were pale, and her eyes were

is only this much. It is not even enough to support you to kill me. It seems that those two

and unwillingness. The last bit of her reason was completely

force in her hand. The blade

down. It was as if he could not feel the sharp pain in his

red eyes.

had loved him for ten years. How could she not have any feelings for him now? How

breathing became heavier and heavier until she suddenly came back to her