What Separates Me and You

Chapter 276 Did You Just Say You Hated Me?

The frost on Lewis’ expression was evident, and his eyes were as icy as glaciers.

“N-No…” As Josephine panted, a syllable stumbled out from her lips.

Quintin’s eyes widened as he stared at Josephine in surprise.

She actually spoke!

Just as Quintin was about to dismiss that as him being delusional in the face of death,

Josephine uttered a few more words, “P-Please… D-Don’t …”

Lewis lowered his gaze and looked at her. Not only did her pleas fail to soften his heart, but they also fanned the flames of hostility within Lewis.

His knuckles turned white from grasping the dagger. The next second, he tugged Quintin’s hair and fiercely swung it at him.

“Lewis!” Suddenly, a scream erupted from Josephine’s mouth, exceptionally booming in the storage room, its echoes ringing in their ears.

Lewis halted, and the pointed end of the dagger stopped less than an inch from Quintin’s neck.

Quintin stared at the dagger, his eyes frozen in place.

He had been immensely close to death twice in two minutes. Twice more, and Lewis wouldn’t have to dirty his hands-Quintin would die from fright instead.

Just then, Lewis jerked his head backward and looked at Josephine, clinging onto his leg with an iron grip, her tear-streaked face turned toward him. Her body shook violently because of her sobbing.

Her lips quivered as she slowly uttered, “D-Don’t make me h-hate you…”

Emotions flickered across Lewis”

eyes. “Hate me?”

Josephine was at her wit’s ends. She had no idea what she could do to save Quintin.

She looked pleadingly at Lewis, her hair plastered on her face and dripping wet from her sweat.

She could only beg Lewis for mercy in every way possible.

If Quintin died because of her, she would owe him her life. She would be known as a murderer

-a sinner.

rest of

grabbed her chin. “Did you just say you

on her, and she shook

smiled. “You will hate

on his pant leg. It seemed she

no more attention to her and turned to look at Quintin again, seemingly thinking of ways to make Quintin’s death more insufferable.

a dead end.

a panic, she clambered up from the floor and

of energy

she actually managed to

take a few steps backward

face. He was the only one

then did Josephine realize Lewis was wearing a hospital gown underneath his trench

look of agony flitted across Lewis’ face, but it was only for a split second. His

my fault. My death should make up for it. Let

“I

Josephine’s moving fingers, and a deep chuckle escaped his lips, sending chills down

entered the storage

was none other than Damian, accompanied by a team of

glanced at the newcomers, and the smile on his lips slowly

saw his son getting held against the floor,

with each other, they were still a family. How could he,

when he observed that Quintin had barely any wounds on his body. He turned and questioned Lewis, “Chairman Alvarez, what is the meaning

had regained his composure. He looked aloofly at Damian and said, “It’s nothing more than a game

believe him. If he hadn’t led the police here,

what do you say?” Lewis’ attitude took a 180 degrees turn; he wasn’t as cold

released Quintin. Quintin rose

earth would join you in such

with Lewis. All Quintin could think of was to bring Jack to the hospital.

Quintin carried Jack and bolted out of

exit, the limelight was now on the face-off

a loss on how to confront Lewis. He actually hoped he wouldn’t have

any

while before he said, “This punk… Chairman Alvarez, I’m truly sorry. Quintin had always been a rebellious kid since young. If he had wronged

as

I’ll see to that. I assure you

more trouble.”