Chapter 1074 It's Either Wayne Dies or She Dies "What else could be more important than spending time with my mother?" Leia smiled innocently.

Queenie felt relieved seeing her daughter like that. Ever since Leia lost her baby, she had been blaming them for not saving her child or her relationship with Brody.

She might still be holding that grudge if not for Brody’s accident.

After the incident, Queenie could sense that Leia was growing apart from her and her husband. She wanted to mend the relationship, but Leia did not give her the chance to do so.

It had been very long since Leia behaved so warmly toward her. Queenie thought that Leia had perhaps forgiven her.

"Good girl. Come sit beside me." Queenie smiled warmly and patted the space next to her.

Leia took off her slippers, reclined on the bed, and hugged Queenie's waist.

She could not help but think of what was going to happen in her bedroom.

Queenie felt Leia's presence beside her. She sighed when she thought of Bianca, who was still missing. "It would be so nice if your sister is still here."

She would want her daughters to be by each of her sides.

A hint of viciousness appeared in Leia's eyes when Bianca was mentioned, though she did not express it in her voice. "Mom, can you tell me a story?" "Story?" Queenie was surprised. "What story?" "You know, the stories you used to tell me when I was younger. I'd like to listen to them again." Leia lifted her head and looked at her innocently. "I was thinking that if I have a child, I'd read her bedtime stories like how you used to."

Queenie smiled gently and patted her head. "You're grown-up now, but you still want to be told bedtime stories. What do you want me to tell?" "Anything is fine, as long as you're the one telling it," Leia said while leaning close to her.

Queenie thought for a while and began to tell her a story.

Her voice was gentle and soft, but Leia was not paying attention. She tried to listen to any noise coming out of her bedroom.

However, the walls were too well-insulated, and she could only hear Queenie's voice. That made her even more worried.

If Abel failed to kill Wayne, Wayne would kill her.

There was no way to explain to Wayne why a man was lying in ambush in her closet, i

Either she or Wayne would die tonight!

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Abel waited quietly in the closet for Wayne to appear.

Suddenly, he heard a slight noise, but it was not the door opening. Abel was sure that it was not Leia or any of her family members.

It meant that the person was Wayne...

Abel clenched the dagger in his hands tightly. The footsteps outside were closer and closer, and a bloodthirsty grin appeared on his face.

At the moment Wayne opened the closet doors, Abel stabbed his body with a dagger. He was very familiar with human anatomy, so he knew where to stab to ensure certain death.

Abel's dagger plunged into Wayne's kidney and twisted.

"Who... are you?" Wayne looked at the dagger in his body in shock. Then, he turned his gaze toward Abel.

"Your killer." Abel did not give him the chance to recover. He pulled out the dagger and wanted to pierce his throat.

Wayne gritted his teeth and dodged the attack.

Blood kept pouring out from the hole in his body. If the wound was elsewhere, he might be able to fight back. However, his organs were injured, so he could only dodge.

Abel's next few attacks missed. "You're not bad, but you still have to die!" "Why... do you want to kill me?" Wayne's strength was rapidly draining away. He stumbled and fell on one knee.

Seeing that Wayne could not fight back, Abel laughed brazenly and pointed his dagger to Wayne's chin. He was quite impressed with Wayne's combat prowess, but he thought that Wayne was stupid to let down his guard because of a woman.

"It's not me. It's your woman." Abel covered his mouth and plunged the dagger into his neck.

The dagger severed Wayne's jugular vein. Blood splattered on Abel's body.

"Heh, what a fool." He took a napkin and wiped his blade clean.

Wayne fell to the floor. His body twitched for a while, and his eyes glazed over.

He was dead.

Seeing that his mission was complete, Abel whistled a happy tune. Indeed, the scent of warm blood from the jugular vein was the sweetest of all. He took the debit card that Leia had prepared for him and jumped from the balcony.

Wayne's blood was still flowing. Soon, it covered the entire floor.

Close to midnight, Leia's phone vibrated. Her heart skipped a beat, and she picked the phone up. It was a message from Hera.

After seeing the codeword, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The codeword meant that Wayne was dead...

Leia could not control the excitement in her heart, though she had to pretend that nothing happened.

Queenie looked at her suspiciously. "Leia?" "I'm feeling a little sleepy, Mom. You should rest too," Leia said with a smile.

Queenie nodded in agreement.

"The bed is already warm, Mom. You don't have to get up. I can go back by myself. Looks like Dad won't be coming home that early tonight, so you don't have to wait for him. Dad will feel sorry for you if you get eyebags." Leia did not know the condition of her bedroom, so she would rather Queenie not go with her.

"Sigh, you're so considerate. Alright then, sleep tight." Queenie lay on her bed.

Leia walked out of the room with a smile. Back at her bedroom, she took a deep breath before opening the door. : owner of this content.

The fluorescent lamp was lit. Her heart fluttered when she saw the spreading pool of blood on the floor. The man lying there was Wayne!

He did not move at all. The blood was beginning to coagulate.

Leia took a deep breath and clenched her fists. The man who had tormented her was dead. After this, no one would be able to threaten her. Her life was beautiful again!

She let out a panicked cry. "Ah! Help!"

Then, she slumped on the floor and pretended to faint.

Queenie was startled by her daughter's cry for help. She instantly got out of her bed and ran toward Leia's bedroom. When she saw Leia slumped on the floor, she was scared out of her wits. "What happened, Leia?"

Leia could hear her mother calling her, but she did not open her eyes. It was the best option to pretend to be unconscious.

She could not hide the joy in her eyes, and she did not want other people to see it, so she might as well close them and pretend that she had fainted.