His Precious Love

Chapter 595

Chapter 595 Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Arnaud took the gun handed to him by his subordinate and slowly loaded the magazine with bullets. “Jefferson, I'll give you twenty seconds to walk out of the manor. If you don't manage to walk out...”

He pointed the gun at Jefferson, who was lying on the snow. Arnaud muttered gracefully, “One, two, three...”

Jefferson coughed while he struggled in the snow. He finally stood up after trying several times and mustered all his strength to drag his broken leg out of the manor.

However, the manor gate was a huge distance away from him. Jefferson would not make it out with twenty seconds unless he ran.

Jefferson desperately tried to run to the gate, but it was futile.

“Seventeen, eighteen...” Arnaud continued to count from behind him.

“Twenty.”

When Arnaud was done counting, Jefferson was still a hundred meters away from the manor gate.

Arnaud felt deeply amused watching Jefferson, who was like a rat in the snow. He pointed the gun at Jefferson's back and pulled the trigger without mercy.

Jefferson's body stiffened. Staggering, he was close to toppling to the ground.

A few seconds later, a second gunshot was fired. Another bullet was fired into the left side of Jefferson's back.

The immense pain was almost unbearable for Jefferson. Nonetheless, he still vigilantly protected the child in his arms from being injured even when he fell. The blood that flowed from his body soaked the snow red.

Arnaud put away his gun and looked at the red splotch in the distance. He felt immense pleasure well up within him.

He's finally dead!

Arnaud's attention was on the outside of the window, and he was oblivious that someone had quietly crept into the bedroom.

He soon saw his almost two-meter-tall subordinate's throat being slit by Curtis with a piece of glass when he turned his head from the sound.

Arnaud's face darkened upon seeing Curtis. He loaded his pistol and pointed it at Curtis.

Curtis pounced on him before he could pull the trigger. He soon got hold of Arnaud's left hand.

“I remember that your right arm is broken.” Curtis' face was grim, and he looked downright murderous. He grabbed Arnaud's prosthetic right arm fiercely.

“Ah!” Arnaud's face twitched violently from the pain.

The prosthetic arm he bought felt almost exactly like a real arm. However, it required implanting the connectors into his flesh.

The pain from Curtis' pull was comparable to being shot as the connector was yanked straight out of his flesh.

The butler, who had heard the commotion, rushed into the room just when Curtis was about to finish off Arnaud. Curtis was shot precisely in his right shoulder the moment he was distracted.

Arnaud took the opportunity to push Curtis away. He picked up the gun on the floor and quickly loaded the magazine with one hand. As Arnaud got up, he felt that something had been stuffed into his trouser pocket. Immediately after, Arnaud was pushed violently, causing him to slam to the ground.

Curtis then leaped toward the window.

Arnaud noticed that his trouser pocket was bulging from a round object. Even though he knew what it was, his response was slow. He did not remove and throw the object away right away.

At that moment, his mind was somewhat blank. A woman's face slowly started to appear in his mind.

My dad had never loved me growing up. Yet, that woman said she loved me dearly and was eager to be used by me. She promised to bear me many children, but she died.

Arnaud barely felt any pain in his final moments.

What have I been fighting for all these decades? Is this what I wanted after I sacrificed everything? I hope that I will become an average person in my next life and also run into that woman named Dorothy again.

A car drove through the snow and stopped at the manor's entrance.

Rayna did not care that she had just given birth or that she had stitches. She hurriedly pushed open the car door and ran inside the manor. A loud, deafening noise came from the manor. Soon, thick smoke emerged from within.

She saw the dark stain of blood when looking in the direction of the iron gate. Her pupils constricted when she spotted Jefferson's clothes. Rayna pushed the door open and stumbled along the way while rushing to him.

As she let out a scream of despair, her voice quivered. “Jefferson!”

She leaped to Jefferson before she could run up to him, and she found him covered in blood.

It was snowing heavily. Rayna tried to brush away all the snow on his face but was unsuccessful.

“It's okay. Mr. York is here too.” As Rayna spoke, she took off her outerwear. She tried to stop Jefferson's bleeding as her hands trembled the entire time.

The two shots had fatally wounded Jefferson, and he only managed to keep himself alive until now because of his strong determination.

Jefferson's breathing was strained as he leaned in Rayna's arms. He managed a smile as he slowly

tugged away his coat to reveal the child underneath it.

Rayna broke down in tears when she saw the child. She wept, bobbing her head in response. Kissing him, she uttered, “I don't blame you. I know it wasn't intentional. Thank you for protecting her.”

Jeremy and his friend hurried over with their medical kit. Their faces fell when they saw Jefferson's condition.

Rayna handed Jefferson over to him. She muttered with a pleading tone, “Please.”

In addition to suffering fatal wounds, the poison in Jefferson had reached the lethal stage. It was already impossible for Jeremy and his friend to save him, no matter how incredible they were.

The snow was getting heavier, and it did not seem to be stopping anytime soon.

Jeremy treated him with all the medical supplies, including the latest medications, but it was futile. Jefferson's face grew increasingly pale. His breathing grew weaker, and his hands were getting colder.

Jeremy's friend held his hand and gave him an apologetic look. He handed Jeremy a syringe.

Jeremy took a deep breath and took it. He lowered his head and whispered, “Jefferson, I tried my best. I'll give you an injection if you still have something to say to Ms. Garland. Blink twice if you agree.”

Although Jefferson's consciousness was slipping, he heard Jeremy's words. Hence, he blinked twice.

Jeremy undid Jefferson's clothes and gave him an injection into his heart.

After everything was done, Jeremy got up and stated, “Rayna, his condition has improved, and he wants to talk to you.”

Rayna handed the child to Jeremy. She then knelt down and caressed Jefferson's face. “Are you okay? We'll take you to the hospital when the ambulance gets here. You'll be fine.”

The medicine quickly took effect after being administered.

Jefferson felt some strength returning to his body as a result. He widened his eyes to look at the woman in front of him as if he was imprinting her into his mind.

He knew this medicine gave him a surge of strength that could give him two more minutes.

“I'm sorry. I nearly killed you and the baby because of my selfishness.” Jefferson was finally able to raise his hand. He felt her warmth as he held her hand, which made him yearn for more.

Rayna pressed his hand on her face and shook her head frantically. “No. I know how good you're to me.”

“Belle, I love you.” This was Jefferson's final confession.

He already knew he would not live long after giving the medicine away back then. Yet, now that he was on the brink of death, Jefferson was reluctant to die and yearned to live.

I know there will be someone who will take care of Belle, but I can never be able to rest easy since that person isn't me.

Jefferson's eyes were very gentle as he gazed at the woman. He uttered softly, “After I die, you can bury my ashes in your garden to grow the flowers you love. This way, I can be with you forever.”

Rayna's smile froze, and she tightened her grip immediately. “How can I simply bury someone's ashes in a garden? D-Didn't you say you were going to plant my favorite flowers with me?”

She began to choke on her words in sadness. As she shut her eyes, tears began flowing out of them. “You have to take care of my children and me and give the best to them. How can you just leave? Mr. York can definitely save you...”