Chapter 832

The Worst Luck

Abigail’s flight ended with her collapsing as she was losing consciousness due to the excessive blood loss. She rose to her feet in determination with her gun in hand and continued with her escape.

Even though she rolled down into the river, Abigail, who was drained by exhaustion, forced herself up with her arms and tried to regain her balance. However, the river’s muddy grasp proved relentless, thwarting her attempts to escape.

Finally, she found herself face-to-face with Simond, who was close to crushing her hand with his foot and causing her to be in agony.

“Only if you did not catch me at the fortress. Only if you understood where I’m coming from, Simond. I won’t forgive the one who killed me… even if it is you.” Hatred and defiance flared in her eyes as she faced him.

Simond lifted his foot off her hand and helped her up from the ground. “No matter how tough you act, it’s futile. You and Sean are alike, inherently deceitful. You can fabricate any lie for survival, for profit.”

As he had spent considerable time with Abigail, he understood her well.

She was capable of anything to achieve her goals, so lying was nothing to her.