Chapter 538
Kayla loathed Pete with every fiber of her being. She cursed the heavens for their unfairness until her voice gave out. Exhausted and powerless, she began to sob.
But her tears had barely lasted two minutes when explosions echoed above, followed by the crashing of massive boulders.
At that moment, Kayla knew it was over. She couldn’t escape She would die here.
Yet just when she was about to succumb to despair, she heard Felicia’s voice.
At first, Kayla thought it was a hallucination brought on by her near–death state. After all, Felicia was the person she hated most in her life–the thorn in her side, the obstacle she could never overcome!
Even though the Fuller family had gone bankrupt and her once–glamorous title as the heiress was now meaningless, Kayla still viewed Felicia as a threat. She wished for nothing more than to crush Eelicia completely.
But never in her wildest imagination did she expect Felicia to appear here, at the very moment when she was on the brink of despair.
Dragging her paralyzed, mangled legs, Kayla stretched out her hand, desperately trying to grab Felicia’s pant leg. She begged, sobbing uncontrollably, “Felicia, save me! I don’t want to die. Please save me… It was all my fault before. I was wrong. I’ll never do it again. Please, for the sake of the bond we once shared as siblings, help me! I beg you!”
Her face was a mess of
and blood. She was truly a pitiful sight, unlike anything Kayla had ever shown before.
She pleaded humbly, her words dripping with desperation and her gaze filled with hope, fear, as well as an overwhelming need to survive. She was willing to do anything
Felicia had seen such a look before.
Years ago, in that remote, isolated mountain village, a trafficked woman named Roberta had been chained and was begging on her knees. She had looked up at Felicia with the same despair in her eyes.
Back then, Felicia was also struggling for her own survival as she was pursued by ruthless killers. Weighing the risks and benefits, she chose to walk away. But after taking just two steps, she turned back to rescue Roberta.
Now, Kayla was crying and pleading in the same pitiful way.
But Felicia didn’t laugh, nor did she gloat or lash out with cruel words of revenge. Instead, she crouched down and pried Kayla’s hands off her pant leg, one finger at a time.
Not kicking Kayla while she was down was mercy enough. Saving her was out of the question.
Kayla’s face turned ashen. She shook her head frantically, her voice breaking as she screamed, “I’ve learned my lesson! I really have! Please have mercy! Save me, and I’ll repent! Don’t leave me here! I don’t want to die…”
But Felicia acted as though she hadn’t heard a word. Her heart was completely unmoved, without a shred of pity.
From the very beginning, she and Kayla had been adversaries–locked in a conflict that wouldn’t end until one of them was gone.
In fact, Felicia felt a faint regret. Letting Kayla die like this seemed too easy a way out.
Breaking free of Kayla’s grasp, Felicia scanned her surroundings once more. Seeing no sign of the person she was looking for, she made up her mind and started climbing back up the crevice the way she had come.
But just as she began to ascend, a pair of bony hands clamped onto her ankle!
Kayla’s laughter echoed from below, tinged with despair and madness. Her voice was hoarse, and her laugh carried the chilling tone of someone who had given up on everything. She was bent on mutual destruction.
“Felicia, if you won’t save me, then you won’t be leaving either! Let’s go to hell together, shall we?”
Kayla’s grip was unnaturally strong, her nails digging into Felicia’s skin and drawing blood. Felicia even kicked her twice but failed to shake her off. Her grip just wouldn’t budge.
At that moment, the ground began to tremble violently again. Another explosion had erupted. Boulders rained down from above, smashing into the ground and creating massive craters.
This time, the explosions were not only stronger but getting closer too.
