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"Aria, regardless of how great your resentment is, just direct it at me. The child is innocent. How about this? Come down first. If you have any requests, then feel free to speak up. So long as it's within my abilities, I will definitely fulfil them." Jenna held back the grief and indignation in her heart and tried to persuade her civilly. She knew that if she were to reason with such a mentally twisted person at that moment, it would be akin to talking to a brick wall. At that point, the best way was to go along with her and save Jerry from her. Jerry was her life. "Me? Go down?" Aria laughed hysterically. "Do you really think I'm that stupid? As long as I go down, I'll be immediately caught by you. Do you really think that I'm dumb to this extent?" Aria continued to laugh scornfully, with her eyes glancing behind her. Jenna jumped in surprise as her eyes followed the direction of Aria's line of sight. Behind her, they saw that Kimmel and the police

At that time, Jenna was uncharacteristically calm. She had to be strong for the sake of her son. Her eyes fell onto a rock next to her and she was about to step on it. "Jenna, it's your turn. Goodbye." Zoella's sinister and eerie laughter rang out. Jenna felt panic surge through her as she shuddered. The instant she raised her eyes, she saw Zoella smirking at her and Jerry as she pulled the trigger of the gun. "Jesus." She suddenly had a bad feeling. She was about to step on another stone, but it was too late. "Burn in h*ll," Zoella said, glad that this cat and mouse game was about to end. She watched as Jenna and Jerry struggled. She then stretched her leg and kicked the stone that Jenna was standing on. "Jenna!" A painful cry could be heard as Hansen suddenly emerged from the cave. It turned out that when Hansen had been escorting the man around the path behind him, he discovered that Jenna's car was parked by the river bank. When they crossed the

In Richards Manor, the flowers and trees were growing luxuriantly. After that disaster, Richards Manor had regained its former tranquility, and the serenity was ever-present. "Charge! We have to kill all of the bad guys in order to save Mommy. All of you have to beat them to death." Four-year-old Jerry was wearing a child's playsuit as he held a gun in each hand. He was leading a group of kids as they played a game of cops and robbers in the courtyard of Richards Manor. Ever since Jenna died, this had been the game he played most. He had to rely on his own abilities to save his mother. Ever since he had been kidnapped by Aria the previous year and witnessed Jenna tumble into the abyss, Jerry had been scared out of his wits. Soon after the explosion that day, he passed out. After returning from Sunshine Mountain, he had been admitted into the hospital for a high fever. He talked nonsense and had not recovered until a month later. He kept crying for his moth

In Trevor's study. Trevor, Hansen, and Norton sat around a table as they sipped their tea. "Norton, now that you're back, there's something I have to tell you." Trevor's hair was completely white. His voice wavered and sounded shaky. The Green Jade Garden had been too quiet and lifeless ever since Jenna had left. Similarly, Trevor had aged with a whoosh in the past year. Norton nodded and said courteously, "Sure, Uncle Trevor. Go ahead." "The Ocean Heart was buried in Sunshine Mountain after last year's explosion. Some time ago, someone from the municipal government finally went there to clean up the debris and found the Ocean Heart. They sent it to us last week. Your father, Hansen, and I have discussed this matter. Although the Ocean Heart is a rare piece of jewelry and was discovered by your grandfather, after this incident, I feel that the Ocean Heart is no longer auspicious. Well, at least it's not suitable to be kept in Richards Manor. So, I planning to do

"Really? Pinky promise." Jerry's eyes lit up as he wrapped his arms around Hansen's neck and kissed him on the face. Then, he patted his shoulder and said righteously, "Worry not, Dad. I'll take care of you when you're old." Jerry's words amused Hansen, with tears moistening his eyes. Holding Jerry in his arms, Hansen leaned against the headboard of the bed. Then, he said seriously, "Jerry, since I promised you, then you have to promise me one thing as well. You have to make a pinky promise, alright?" "Oh, what is it?" Jerry tilted his head. "Here's the thing, Jerry. You are turning four this year. Your mother has left us and will not be able to take care of you. As for me, I will be heading over to Capital City to work in a few days. Your grandparents are old now, and they don't have the energy to take care of you. According to my observations, you haven't been behaving well lately, and it's not a good thing. In fact, this is very serious. That's why I'm planni