Chapter 236

Scarlett “Natasha!” His roar tore through the ruins—through a place so drenched in blood and carnage it was barely recognizable as anything human. Rage burned in his voice. His chest heaved violently as his trembling hands clawed at the dagger buried deep in his heart, desperate to rip it free. But Natasha would never allow that. She tightened her embrace from behind, almost tenderly. Her fingers pressed down on the hilt. And pushed it deeper. “Did you plan this? How could you kill me!” his voice roared and his eyes were trembling, while his blood was slowly draining out from him. Nastaha let out a soft chuckle. “If I were a step too late, you would have killed my granddaughter—the way you killed all of my loved ones.” Her hands that were covered with Duane's blood, playfully played the hilt of the dagger. “I have already known that you were targeting her—precisely my great grandson but since I know my granddaughter won't let anything happen to her son, you would end up targeting her.”