Jeff The Killer Unedited 소설 & 이야기

Jeff canceled his father's call and opened his email. Someone did email him, but it was anonymous. He opened the inbox and it contained a video. He immediately watched the video and saw Yen hurting his children. Jeff shook his head, but he had no plans to sue his mistress, he just told her because he knew that her blood was really hot towards her children. He was unaware that at that time Yen was already dead. He was about to call her, but his staff preceded him. "Yes, Garry?” he asked on the other line.

"Not my wife and daughter, Jeffrey! Don't touch them!" "Ahh," Jeffrey looked at the ceiling with a tried looking eyes, three bullets marked on the ceiling. He is sitting on the sofa, wide open legs, and his hand resting on his knee holding a real gun. "Why did you tell them about the killing of the old man? It was our plan, remember?" "I'm a demon like you, Jeffrey. If you want him to be killed, do it yourself!"

Jeff revealed, his eyes distant as if retracing his steps. The weight of his past actions and the loss he had endured were evident in his demeanor. "Why do you want to take revenge?" Drake's question hung in the air, his curiosity genuine as he sought to understand the motivations behind Jeff's desires. Jeff's voice wavered as he responded, his tone carrying a heaviness that seemed to be the result of years of suppressed emotions. "My family was killed," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "My wife and three children were killed on the same day at my old house."

“Jeff, Meet your father, Wilson Colby” TBC

Some of them did not even stop at the red light – they pressed the accelerator instead of the brake, as if blessed with immortality. Anubhav turned and caught a glimpse of himself on the mirror above the wash basin. His usually sharp, light blue eyes looked hazy owing to the long and tiring journey. His eyes narrowed and he absently stroked his jet black hair. As always, his hair did not need the services of a comb, it was silky and fell fashionably just by finger combing. Friends at home used to call him Tom Cruise, not without reason. There was a letter on the bed.

" Back then, my dad believed a rumor and drove up the mountain in a blizzard. I had always thought it was just an accident. My eyes were bloodshot as I stared at him. I could no longer control the twisted look on my face. "Hayden! I want you six feet under just like my dad!" I used all my strength to pull myself up. I reached for the shattered glass and tried to stab him with it, but the moment I picked it up, the attending physician stopped me. "Mr. Kirkland, your mother just flatlined!"

The clip had been edited and spread everywhere. In the version on the internet, I was a temperamental pregnant woman who had been driving drunk and caused the accident. I had thrown a fit at the rescue site, occupied resources, and almost killed Maya. The pile-on came overnight. The whole country wanted me dead. "This woman is sick. How can a person be this disgusting?" "Using her pregnancy as a weapon. Going after a rescue squad. Awful." "I hope she miscarries." Every kind of rot ended up in my mentions.

"It was Dr. Monroe who told me to get the medication. She said it was this one. It's all my fault for being too stupid and trusting her. It's all my fault…" Jeremy's eyes burned with hatred as he glared at me. "How dare you call yourself a medical expert? My father is dead because of you! I swear I'll make sure you rot in prison!" Without another word, Jeremy called the police. Soon, several patrol cars arrived at the hospital entrance. As officers prepared to take me away for investigation, I looked at Lindsey and Michael with a sorrowful, almost pitying expression.