Gwynn kept asking him what was real when it came to him.

However, Noah didn’t respond to her.

Deprived of a much-needed answer, she searched deep within her dying soul, found a fiery strength, and sat up. She couldn’t see him, but she knew he was just right in front of her. Feeling around the night table, she closed her fingers around a heavy object and hurled it at where she thought he was.

At that moment, she was really out to kill him.

That was right! She wanted him dead!

It had been years since he had deceived and tortured her. She had been through the most desperate and anguished moments, but she had never wished him dead. At this moment, however, she indisputably wanted him to die.

At the next moment, her thoughts were turned into words.

She yelled hysterically, “Drop dead, Noah!”

Blood as red as wine flowed down the side of his forehead. Gwynn had smashed a vase on his head. Raising his hand, he wiped the blood off and stared at her, saying softly, “Do you really mea