Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 482 If Only My Last Name Weren't Vale

Alaric's intervention made Neil hesitate in pulling the trigger, which only further infuriated Ambrose. The veins bulged on his forehead and neck as Ambrose roared at them, "Put down the gun!"

Neil was now in a more passive position as the opportunity to shoot was misse, so he had to lower his handgun. Meanwhile, Ambrose and Stellan had retreated into deeper waters, with the sea already up to Stellan's knees, leaving Alaric in a panic.

Seeing Alaric about to move forward again, Ambrose loudly reminded, "Step back! All of you, step back!"

Seeing that Alaric had no intention of retreating, Ambrose shouted again, "Don't you understand me? I said step back!"

"Alaric," Stellan spoke up, "Step back! I'll talk to him..."

Alaric called out, "Galatea!"

Alaric was really worried, but Stellan insisted, "Let me talk to him."

With no better option in sight, Alaric, Neil, and the others reluctantly retreated to a safe distance. Only then did Stellan turn his head slightly and say as she met Ambrose's gaze, "Ambrose, please, stop now. Don't continue down this path, alright?"

"What did you just call me?" Ambrose was stunned, as if he were hallucinating. "Ambrose," Stellan called him again, in the same tone as when they were together. "Ambrose?" Ambrose murmured, it had been a long time since he had heard that name. He was called Ambrose, but Stuart despised the name and rarely used it. Others either hated him and called him by his full name or feared him and called him Mr. Vale. It seemed only Stellan would gently call him Ambrose with a playful tone.

"Ambrose, why are you working so late again? All you do is work all day and never spend time with me."

did my treatment work? Your insomnia should be much better, right?" "Ambrose, happy

"Ambrose..."

"Ambrose..."

like that, always like that, as

it made his eyes wet again. Those times were so happy. It seemed that

face he

Ambrose hurled the dagger into the sea, his other arm gradually loosening its grip around her neck. He then reached into the pocket within his jacket, and slowly began to speak as he gazed at her, "Stellan, I have something..."Before Ambrose could finish,

was shot, had blood spreading from

the full experience. You won't find the next chapter anywhere

"Ambrose..."

in front of her, Stellan felt like she could

to submerge

had dropped his dagger, and his action of reaching into his pocket seemed dangerous to a police officer. Moreover, they were at a distance, and Ambrose's emotions were volatile. To prevent him from doing anything rash, taking the chance to shoot him was the best way

hit by the bullet, convulsed uncontrollably, trying to hand something from his pocket

said, "If only I weren't a

handed her

her away, and Ambrose fell into the

okay? Galatea?" Alaric carried Stellan to the shore, clearly terrified, calling her