Chapter 21
Albert and Tristan kicked open the warehouse’s door together. Both of them rushed into the warehouse immediately, followed by a few bodyguards.
Albert instantly noticed Melame, who was tied to the chair. At the same time, he saw Vivienne, who was wielding a blade, as she stood in front of Melanie
“Vivi, what the hell are you doing?” he roared, his voice carrying a mixture of fury and disbelief. “You’ve gone crazy!”
Vivienne humed around right away. Tears tolled down her cheeks the moment she saw Albert.
She retorted hysterically, “Albert, you never talked to me in that tone! Everything changed because of her The Albert who loved me no longer exists! Since you Insist on behaving like this, let’s die together!=
That was when she opened the flaps of her coat, revealing a row of bombs strapped to her body.
Everyone’s faces went pale instantly. The beggars screamed in terror before fleeing from the warehouse.
Albert’s brart tensed instantly, His hands trembled slightly out of fear, but he still took a deep breath and tried to sound as calm as possible.
“Vivi, calm down and put down the remote. Let’s talk about this.”
Vivienne was far too deep in her crazed state to hear Albert out properly. “Talk it out? As if! You’re willing to ditch your pride for her sake! How could you do this to me? Since you don’t love me anymore, I don’t mind dyling with all of you!”
Albert’s heart stopped beating for a moment. He knew right then that Vivienne was a lost cause.
He quickly took a step forward and began comfortingly, “Vivi, this is all my fault. Illed to you, you see, I still love you. Now, be a good girl and put down the hombs. I’ll take you home right away. Let’s live our lives like we did in the past, alright?”
Vivienne’s resolve began wavering at the enticing offer. She asked uncertainly, “Really? Do you still love me, Albert?
Albert nodded, his voice gentle and soft. “Yes, I do. Be a good girl and put down the bomba now, Vivi. Let me take you home.”
Delight flashed across Vivienne’s eyes at that moment. She looked like she’d just grabbed ahold of the last felline. “Albert, you will never abandon me, right?
A trace of inbord feelings slowly crept into Albert’s eyes as he gazed at Vivienne, “No. I will never abandon you.”
This time, Vivienne smiled happily in return. She slowly put down the remote control in her hand before making her way toward Albert. But just as she was about to reach him, she noticed him shooting Tristan a look that clearly was a signal for him to take Melanie away.
Vivientie’s expression warped heavily into one of malice in an Instant. She shrieked hysterically at the top of her lungs, “Liar! You lied to me! You don’t love me at all! You just want to save her!”
The pressed the button on the remote control after that. The countdown for the bombs echoed throughout the warehouse.
Tristan was the first one to register what happened. He quickly undid Melanie’s ropes before pushing her toward Albert, who was standing in the doorway.
“Take her away!” he stated firmly
After that, Tristan lunged at Vivienne in an attempt to stop her from manually triggering the bombs.
Albert was quick to stop Melanie, who thrashed against his grip. “Tristan No!”
but Tristan was already entangled with Vivienne. Both of them were curently fighting for the bombs.
Tears solled down Melanie’s cheeks instantly. She screamed, “Tristan Holt, get back here right now! Don’t do it!”
Albert hugged Melania tightly as he forcibly dragged her out of the warehouse. They’d just ign a few steps away when a loud explosion sounded from behind them. The powerful waves of heat and flames knocked them off their feet, causing them to collapse.
Melanie’s ears rang heavily, yet her mind had gone blank she struggled to scramble up to her feet and run back into the warehouse, only to be stopped by Albert
“Tristan! Tristan!” Melanie screamed hoarsely, despair tinging her tone she kept
crying the whole ti
Albert felt as though something had just pricked his heart. At that moment, he knew that Melanie unly had eyes for Tristan and nobody else. As for him, he could watch her cry over aboilierman.
A short while later, the fuze truck and the ambulance attived at the scene. The lie was swiftly contained. Soon, Tristan and Vivictine were litted out of the ruins. Both of them were completely declard in blood. Everyone could hardly recognize them
Melanie rushed up to Tristan and clasped his hand tightly in aquivering tone, she yelled, “Tristan, wake up! Don’t scare me, you hear?”
Time was blood all over Tristan’s face. His breathing came out weak and feeble, yet he did his best to crack his eyes open. His voice was so faint that not even Melanie could hear him properly.
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fjoin Allen’s position, he could only watch as Melaide sobbed over Titan’s limp body. He felt as though his heam was being squeezed.
Suddenly, le realized he could nevei compare lu Tristan in this lifetime. A surge of helplessness rushed through his veins, draining him of all his strength. Both Viviers and Tristan were sent to the neatest hospital and wrie taken into the same operating theater ao minutes later, the primary sector cathe usi at the operating theater. He shook lila jurad quietly
“We failed to save Ms. Paliner’s life. Mie was declared dead on the apol
“What?” Albett’s complexion barcate deathddy pale at that monetų. He staggered in the spot upon hearing the news.
Although he no longer loved Vivienne, she was still his younges adoptive sister who he’d loved and pampered siise young, Inexplicable emotion soon apulted him whole, tearing his lunart apart.
Bot Melanie couldn’t care less about Vivienne’s death. She gripped the doctor’s hand tightly while questioning in a trembling tone, “What about Tristan? How is be doing?”
The doctor sighed once again. He replied in a low tone, “Mr. Holt is still drawing breath, but he’s suffered from a major blood loss. He needs an emergency blood transfusion.”
Driven wild by panic, Melanie blurted out, “T’ll do it! I can donate my blood to him!”
After the doctor checked her blood type, he shook his head in response. “I’m sorry, but your blood type is incompatible with Mr. Holt’s. We’re in need of type A blood-
That was when Albert stumbled toward the doctor. He said hoarsely, “I’ll donate my blood.”
He then rolled up his sleeve before sinking into the donor chair. As blood flowed out of his arm via a tube, his complexion gradually became pale.
After donating enough blood for Tristan, Albert finally calked back to Melanie.
She stared at him gratefully, saying, “Thank you.”
Albert just chuckled bitterly in response. He replied in a self–deprecating tone, “I don’t want your gratitude, Melanie, can you remarry me? I really, really love you.
Melanie fell silent at his request. She shook her head gently after that. “I’m sorry. I can make it up to you in other ways”
Her gaze was glued to the operating theater’s doors. All she could think about was Tristan.
Albert’s heart sank once again. It was then he law he’d completely lost to Tristan
