Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 921:

For several long seconds, the world around her seemed to grind to a halt—everything became motionless, smeared, and unreal.

“Linsey!” Collin’s voice cut through the chaos, firm and urgent, as he grabbed her shoulders with both hands, anchoring her in place. His voice snapped her back to reality.

Her breathing came in shallow bursts, eyes wide and dazed as she locked onto Collin’s face, completely stunned. When she tried to speak, the words came out in a dry rasp, barely a whisper. The sentence broke off in her throat, her gaze drifting and then fixating on one point as if the rest of the world no longer existed.

“Linsey, listen to me.” Collin’s voice lowered but didn’t lose its edge. Slowly, deliberately, he said, “It was Kylee who stabbed Gorman. You had nothing to do with it. Stop blaming yourself.”

Linsey’s chest rose sharply as she gasped for air, tears welling as she stared at him, her voice cracking. “How did it come to this? How is Gorman… gone? Didn’t they get him to the hospital in time? Why couldn’t they save him?”

Collin held her tighter, trying to still the tremor in her body. After a long pause, he finally replied, his voice grim, “The knife she used wasn’t ordinary. It was custom-made, razor-sharp. He lost too much blood. By the time they got him there, his breathing was already shallow. The bleeding was just… too much. They couldn’t bring him back.”

Linsey’s strength vanished, and her body gave way, collapsing

Collin’s voice rose with urgency as he lunged forward, catching her just in time. Though his arm cushioned her fall, the jolt slammed

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you hit anything? Are you hurt?” he asked, scanning her face

brought her back to the present. Still disoriented, Linsey reached for his hand and drew it toward her. Her eyes immediately caught the angry red scrape along his knuckles, the bones beneath the skin

she murmured, her voice trembling as she stared down at the mark, head bowed and vision

okay,” Collin assured gently, though a subtle furrow formed between his brows, the pain in his heart greater

warning, a single tear slid down from Linsey’s lashes and fell onto the back of his hand. That drop, cool yet burning, made his fingers flinch slightly, a reflex born from emotion, not

weight

more, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Resting her head on his shoulder, Linsey allowed the last of her restraint to break. Her tears flowed freely now,

Never, not once, had she thought his life would end so abruptly. What devastated her more than the loss itself was the cruel irony that Gorman had died protecting

her until she buried her face in her hands, sobbing