Chapter 70

Without much of a choice, Simon opened the door to the fourth room.

As expected, Catelyn was inside.

Catelyn wanted to open her eyes to look at the person at the door. At this point, however, she seemed to have caught a cold and was feverish. Her body was weak.

She kept seeing the same scenes replaying before her eyes. One moment was about her falling from the stone steps, and another was about a child dying in front of her.

She wanted nothing more than to pass out at this moment

Miles looked past Simon and could see Catelyn being cuffed to the cold stainless steel chair.

No longer were her eyes crystal clear; they were agonizingly red with veins branching toward her pupils. Not only was her hair tousled, but her lips were awfully chapped, and she was barely conscious. Her head was dangling from her neck, swaying side to side, looking like she could faint.

wrists from the cuffs carefully and brought her out. “It’s all my fault, Mommy. I came too late…” sobbed Miles. He wanted to carry her on his own, but he was too small that

to lead her out,

Please, don’t sleep!” Miles walked next to her, holding her hands in his tiny

murmured something in

Warren exchanged looks with Simon, and their

not aim his gun

Catelyn slowly falling to the floor, his

month

more tears threatened to

opportunity to take out his gun, pointed at Miles, and sneered, “I think you’ve lived

laced his finger around the

Bang!

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