You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Charlotte's nerves were repeatedly stimulated by the blood at the moment Cecelia fell.

She suddenly went weak and fell to her knees with a "thud".

The demonic blood-red color stained the clean white tiles on the floor of the bathroom.

Her hands and her knees were stained with terrifyingly bright red blood. Oh God, what had she done?

She pushed Cecelia down, the only person in the world who genuinely treated her and gave her the best of everything.

Someone she genuinely considered her own mother.

The warmth and love of a mother that she had not experienced since she was a child, the happiness she had never enjoyed before, and the dependence on companionship... she experienced all of them in Cecelia and was satisfied with them.

And right now, she was pushing Cecelia to her death with her own hands.

How could she?

suddenly regretted it. Tears came to her eyes and rushed down. She couldn't care

to be okay. Oooh She

of consciousness. She fumbled around with her cell phone, and with difficulty pressed a series of numbers, which was a special telecommunication code of the military, and could not

to decode it would know that

run out of energy and

only one thing on her mind. She must slow down her breathing, slow down her heartbeat, empty

up and talk to me.

When she saw that Cecelia was

still a faint

was not dead

was relieved and grateful when, as if she had

doing now? All her schemes and tricks had been exposed, and if Cecelia did not die, what would happen to her? Her hands were now stained with the blood of Cecelia, Rodney, and

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her and caring for

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