You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1672: I'd Rather Die

Suddenly, she let out a scream.

It was Luther who had finally come to his senses and pushed her away. He flipped her wheelchair directly, and his handsome face couldn't hide the look of disgust. He brushed off his sleeves, wishing he could just take them off and throw them in the trash.

Athena was completely overturned, her wheelchair crooked on the smooth marble floor, and she lay awkwardly on the ground. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

When she landed, her shoulder hit the ground, the arm that Joyce had hit her. The wound reopened at this moment.

Fresh red blood instantly soaked her light-colored princess dress, revealing a hideous appearance.

The pain made her unable to hold back her expression, and she became distorted.

However, Luther's next words were the most lethal blow to her, as if pushing her straight into hell, never to be able to turn over again. "Together with you? Ha." Luther sneered, his eyes like ice, cold to the bottom of his heart.

He said each word clearly, "I'd rather die."

He turned around and wanted to leave. Rather than waste time talking to her here, he would rather use all his abilities to find Iris. As long as she was in Pascaylia, on Khebury's turf, he didn't believe he couldn't find a trace of her.

What Athena could do, why couldn't he?

"Brother Luther.”

Athena never expected to face such a life-and-death decision. Luther didn't hesitate to choose death over being with her, which was a huge blow to her.

and hugged his leg, "Why? Why don't you even care about your own life? What's so good about Joyce? Is she worth it? Am I not as good as her? Am I not

with organizational strength

and universally recognized. When men saw her, their eyes couldn't move

stopped in his

her, his voice cold and without warmth, "Don't compare yourself to her, are you even worthy? You can't even compare to one of her toes. What's the use of being pretty if your soul is ugly? I

you really not want the

holding onto him, almost

die

wasn't to see him die. She hadn't gotten

with anger. The pain in her shoulder was unbearable, but she couldn't feel it anymore.

and two of them helped her

sleeves, and touched her long earrings. The twisted expression was replaced

had already walked to the door, and he

came from behind, "Brother Luther, don't be in a hurry to leave. You can spare your life, but can you ignore

her hands, "Open the curtain

and ordered, “Yes, Miss." Luther

huge curtain in the main hall slowly rose, connected to a room next door, which was almost transparent, surrounded by explosion-proof glass. As the curtain

his breath, vaguely knowing

His heartbeat accelerated.

room, there was a soft carpet on the floor, and a children’s bed in a

from afar, a little girl was sitting on

back turned, and from behind, she looked like a soft and adorable ball. She was