"You old fool, I've done so much for you, and in the end, you still help that bitch!"
"Go to hell!" Autumn Duval's face was full of malice as she stabbed a fruit knife into the body of the old Mr. Drexler.
Summer Shawcross was shocked, and rushed back as fast as she could.
But at that moment, the hoarse voice of old Mr. Drexler suddenly came through.
"Run, don't look back!"
"I'll help you!" she said through gritted teeth, knowing that Autumn Duval had a fruit knife and she might not gain anything from this... Yet, at this moment, she couldn't leave old Mr. Drexler behind, she still wanted to try!
As she ran back, the wounded voice of old Mr. Drexler, full of pain but extremely tense, came through once more.
"That young man is still waiting for you; you can't let anything happen to you, otherwise I'll never be able to face Amber again!"
Summer Shawcross's footsteps came to a halt...
Noah Drexler was still waiting for her...
