A Flash Marriage Can Be A Treasure

Chapter 595 I Tried My Best

onathan took the gun handed to him by his men and slowly loaded the magazine and chambered it,

“John, I’ll give you twenty seconds to get out of the manor, and if you can’t get out...”

He aimed his gun at John in the snow, and counted elegantly, “One, two, three...”

John was coughing while struggling in the snow. After several times, he finally stood up and dragged a

broken leg laboriously towards the outside of the manor.

But the gate was so far away from him, twenty seconds was simply not enough unless he ran.

John tried desperately to run, but he couldn’t.

“Seventeen, eighteen...” Behind him, Jonathan didn’t stop counting.

“Twenty.”

When Jonathan finished counting, John was still a hundred meters away from the manor gate.

Jonathan looked at John in the snow as if John were a rat, which amused him deeply. He aimed the

gun at John's back, pulling the trigger without mercy.

John’s body stiffened and swayed, almost falling down.

A few seconds later, there was another 'bang' and another bullet was fired into his left back.

The tremendous pain almost tore him, even before he fell, he was careful to protect the child in his

arms, not to let the child be crushed, and the blood flowing from his body soaked the snow into a red.

Jonathan put away his gun, looking at the red in the distance, his heart welled up with infinite pleasure.

He was dead at last!

Jonathan focused on what was going on outside the window, oblivious to the fact that someone had

quietly sneaked into the bedroom.

When he heard the movement and turned back, he saw the moment when his men, who were one

meter nine, had their throats slit by Louis with pieces of glass.

When he saw Louis, his face was austere, and his pistol was quickly loaded and aimed at Louis.

It’s just that before he pulled the trigger, Louis had pounced on him and grabbed his left hand.

“I remember your right hand is broken.” Louis’s face was gloomy and murderous, he violently grabbed

Jonathan’s right hand, which was wearing a prosthesis, and then pulled it with force.

“Ah!” Jonathan’s face almost twisted in pain.

What Jonathan had on his right hand was a simulation arm, and it touched like a real one, but need to

insert its connector in the flesh in order to move.

Louis pulled hard, directly ripped the connector out of the flesh, and the pain was not a little lighter than

being shot.

Louis was just about to finish Jonathan when the butler who heard the movement rushed in, and while

Louis was distracted, a bullet accurately hit him on his right shoulder.

Jonathan took the opportunity to push Louis away, picking up the gun on the ground and quickly

loading the magazine with one hand. He just got up, his trouser pocket seemed to be stuffed with

something, and then he was pushed hard and smashed on the floor.

And Louis leaped toward the window.

Jonathan saw the bulging thing in his trouser pocket and could guess what it was, but he was slow to

move and didn't take the thing out first and throw it away.

At that moment his mind was somewhat blank, and the face of a woman gradually emerged.

Since he was a child, his father never loved him, but there was a woman who said she loved him very

much, and she was willing to be used by him and said she would give him many children. But that

woman died.

The moment the grenade exploded, Jonathan could barely feel the pain.

He asked himself what he had been fighting for these decades, and did he get what he wanted in

exchange for all he had?

Hopefully, in his next life, he would be an ordinary person and would still meet that woman named

Satsuki.

The car pressed through the snow and stopped at the entrance of the manor.

Lily didn’t care that she had just given birth and got stitched up, she hurriedly pushed open the car door

and ran down to the manor. A loud, deafening noise came from the villa, sending out rolls of smoke.

She saw a dark red bloodstain over the iron door, and when she saw the clothes on the man, her pupils

snapped shut. She pushed the door open and stumbled over.

“John!” Lily shouted harshly, her voice was trembling.

Before she reached John, she had pounced on him and found him covered in blood.

The snow fell heavily, she brushed away the snowflakes on his face, but it seemed like it would never

be finished.

“It’s alright, you’ll be alright, Mr. Justin is here too,” Lily said, taking off his clothes and trying to plug his

still bleeding wounds. Her hands kept trembling.

The two shots hit John fatally, he had been tenacious enough to hold out until now.

He was currently leaning in Lily's arms, struggling to breathe, and he barely smiled at her, pulling his

coat away a little to reveal the child inside.

The moment Lily saw the child, she broke down in tears. She nodded with a painful cry and kissed him,

“I don't blame you, and I know you didn't mean it. Thank you for protecting her.”

Justin and his friends then hurried over with a medical kit and his face sank after seeing John’s state.

Lily left John to Justin and pleaded, “Please save him.”

The poison in John’s body had reached an advanced stage, and now John was fatally wounded.

There’s nothing Justin and his friends could do even if they were great in surgery. Yet they didn't say

anything and opened the medical kit.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and it didn't seem to stop.

Justin used the medical equipment he brought, even the latest drugs, on John, but it’s useless. John’s

face grew paler, his breathing weaker, and his hands cooler and cooler. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

A friend of Justin held down John's hand, squinted at Justin regrettably, and handed him an injection.

Justin breathed deeply, took the injection, bowed his head, and whispered to John, “I tried my best... If

you still have something to say to Lily, I'll take a shot for you. Blink twice if you agree.”

John's consciousness was a little lost, but he heard Justin's words, and he blinked twice.

Justin undid his clothes and hit him with the drug at his heart.

After everything was done, Justin got up and went to talk to Lily, “He's doing better and wants to talk to

you.”

Lily handed the child to Justin, knelt down, and touched John's face, “Are you okay? We'll take you to

the hospital when the car arrives. You’ll be fine.”

After the drug entered the body, it worked quickly.

John finally felt a bit stronger and opened his eyes to look at the woman in front of him, like he wanted

to keep her in his mind.

He knew it was a flashback, and the drug gave him a final two minutes.

“I’m sorry,” John was finally able to lift his hand and hold her hand, and it’s so warm that he was

intoxicated, “My selfishness almost got you and the babies killed.”

Lily pressed her hand to his face and shook her head desperately, “No, you've been good to me, I know

all about it.”

“Lily, I love you.” This was John's last confession.

When he gave the medicine away, he knew he wouldn't live long. But when he really had to go, when

he faced death, he was so reluctant to die and eager to live.

He knew someone would take care of his Lily, but as long as that person wasn't him, he could never

rest assured.

John's gentle eyes were all about her, and he said softly, “When I die, you will bury my ashes in your

garden and plant the flowers you love so that I can always follow you.”

Lily’s smile froze and she immediately held his hand even harder, “How can I bury your ashes in the

garden? You want to plant the flowers I love with me, you, did not you say that…”

She began to choke on her words, blinked and tears came out of her eyes, “You have to take care of

me and my children, give them the best, how can you leave like this? Mr. Justin can save you…”