Chapter 1089:
Pierre clutched his chest, staggering backward.
Gemma lunged at Corey, trying to seize the gun. “Corey, have you lost your mind?”
With a grim expression, Corey restrained Gemma. “Stay out of this.” The bodyguards quickly escorted her away.
Silence enveloped the living room as Corey advanced toward the wounded Pierre, his teeth clenched. “Quite the performance, Pierre. You used Alicia to get close, all to avenge your sister, didn’t you?”
With the gun pressed against his temple, Pierre remained still, fearless. He had been expecting this confrontation. Mockingly, he said, “You think you’re clever. Why don’t you guess if the soup your sister just had was poisoned?”
Corey scoffed. “If you were really that cold-hearted, you would’ve acted on the first day. Besides, you’ve fallen for her now. Could you really go through with it?”noveldrama
Pierre’s heart faltered. Every accusation stung, yet he couldn’t deny them. Indeed, he couldn’t bring himself to harm Gemma. Despite the pain Talia’s death brought him, Pierre still remembered to make soup for Gemma that evening, personally selecting the ingredients and preparing it.
Gemma’s smile that night left him without regrets, even amidst his sorrow.
Observing Pierre’s empty gaze, Corey mocked, “You hate me because your sister died by my hand, seeking revenge for my cruelty, right? But you don’t understand, I never coerced anyone. She chose to lie on that operating table. If not me, she would’ve sought out someone else with the same fatal outcome.”
Pierre’s blood loss increased, his body chilling.
Corey, recognizing the severity of the injury, knew Pierre wouldn’t last much longer. He holstered his gun with disdain. “I never regret the wrongs I’ve done because every life was a trade. Direct your hatred toward your sister’s greed, your own failures, the reality of poverty. Do you understand?”
Corey signaled for Gemma to come forward.
His hands bloody, Corey’s presence was menacing. “Say goodbye to him.”
Gemma, seeing the man she loved drenched in blood, trembled violently. “Pierre…” She knelt beside him, desperately pressing on his wound, yelling to the onlookers. “Why are you just standing there? Take him to the hospital!”
Corey’s response was icy. “Save him so he can come after you? Didn’t you listen to what I just told him?”
Tears cascaded down Gemma’s face as she removed her coat to slow the bleeding. “Corey, please, save him. I beg you.” She cried incoherently, “Corey, please…”
Pierre’s ears rang with her voice. Struggling to open his eyes, he slowly reached out to clasp her wrist, calling her “Gemma” for the first time.
The clarity that came with the brink of death allowed Pierre to see her truly. Gazing at the woman he loved, his resentment dissolved. He wished only to comfort her, to declare his love, to embrace her once again. There was so much he still wanted to do. Yet, he feared that after his death, she would struggle to find peace.
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