Chapter 257: Do You Want To Kill Me?
Chapter 257: Do You Want To Kill Me?
Nathan glared at their hands, and the daggers that shot from his eyes cut deep into Crystal’s heart. Why is he here? she asked herself. - He must have known that nothing good could come from barging in like this…
“Remove your dirty hands from my woman,” Nathan shouted. There were over a dozen guns aimed at Eric’s head, but they did not seem to faze him.
“Your woman?” Eric scoffed. “Good Sir, she is my wife!
“She didn’t say, I do.” Nathan chuckled and said, “If yet she goes, I will let you live.”
Eric shrugged, “I’m not afraid of your tanks. However, you should look outside and see how the situation has changed.”
Nathan pulled out his radio and asked for an update, and as his second in command gave him the report he had asked for, his face turned white. Tanks surrounded the church, but black ops helicopters were hovering over them, and each one was prepared to drop a bomb on the vehicles below them.
It was a Mexican Standoff.
Except for the sirens, the sanctuary was silent, and for a while, it seemed that it would stay that way until finally, Crystal spoke up. She glared at Nathan and said, “Can’t you just leave? I do not love you, and I do not want to be with you. You knew that, though, so why did you even come here?”
A tear ran down Nathan’s cheek. He looked Crystal in the eyes and said, “Do you really not want to see me, or are you worried about my safety?”
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Crystal felt a sudden inexplicable urge to go to Nathan, and her heart melted when he whispered her name. She knew better than to let her feelings show on her face, though. She shot icicles from her eyes into his, and in the coldest voice she could manage, she said, “I told you to leave. Are you an idiot? What do you not understand? If you do not leave, I will kill you.” Nathan revved the tank’s engine.” You are going to kill me?” he scoffed. “I would like to see you try.”
“I can’t believe that you came here and ruined my wedding!” Crystal growled. “Just leave. Haven’t you done enough damage to me?”
Eric tightened his grip on Crystal’s hand and said, “Since he is here, we should ask him to participate in our wedding. He should at least have a glass of wine before he goes.”
Crystal looked indifferent, but she had already begun to worry. Eric was not an ordinary person, and she was worried that he had an ulterior motive for inviting Nathan to their wedding day.
Suddenly, a bodyguard fell to the ground. And then another. And then two more.
Crystal looked around, and she quickly discovered that there was gas seeping out of the flowers that adorned the church.
Eric smiled gloomily and said, “It seems that the toxic gas has begun to work.”
Nathan’s eyes began to droop as he inhaled the noxious gas, and his body began to feel weak.
“Are you poisoning everyone?” Crystal asked.
“It’s a dr*g that makes peoples’ limbs lose their strength,” Eric replied. It’s not harmful.” He saw the worry on her face, and he chuckled. “Don’t worry. I already gave you the antidote.” Of course, he and his bodyguards had also consumed the potion.
Nathan’s hands began to shake, and even if he had his gun in hand, he wouldn’t have had the strength to lift it.
“Using poison gas is despicable,” Crystal remarked. “Wasn’t it banned at the Geneva Convention?”
“It may have been,” Eric admitted. “But who the fuck cares? I certainly don’t. After all, look at all the damage Nathan has done and how far he is willing to go to take you against your will. I am sure you can see that my action here today will save a lot of lives.”
Crystal sighed and said, “You may be right, but he’ll just come after me again when he wakes up. Or do you plan on killing him?”
“I think that is a good idea.” Eric smiled as he motioned for one of his bodyguards to give him a pistol. “Didn’t you say that you wanted to kill him?” He checked to make sure that it was loaded, and then he handed it to Crystal.
Crystal’s whole body shook. She wanted to shoot Eric in the head -I wish I could do it- she thought. “Do you want me to kill him with one shot?” she asked calmly. “Or do you want him to suffer?”
“Do it however you want,” Eric whispered. “Would it be okay if I just severely wounded him?” Crystal asked. “Then he will learn his lesson...”
That’s fine.” Eric chuckled and said, “Be careful where you point that gun, though. I don’t want you to shoot me accidentally.”
Crystal frowned and said, “I don’t know if I can do it.”
“You can!” He rubbed her back and said, “He deserves it. After all, Helen’s miscarriage was his fault, and he makes her life a living Hell.”
Suddenly, Eric was as giddy as a child on Christmas morning. “Do it!” he squealed. “Shoot him now, while he is vulnerable!”
“Will you let him go after I shoot him?”
“Of course.”
Crystal’s brow furrowed, and she said, “If you lie to me, I will kill you!”
Eric smiled grimly. “It is enough for me to see him suffer,” he said. “The main thing is that he gets it into his thick skull that you are mine, and he leaves us alone.”
Nathan nervously watched them as they casually discussed whether he would live or die. His life was in their hands, and he was shaking in his boots.
Crystal glanced at Nathan, then she looked at Eric - and a wicked shark-like Cheshire’s grin appeared on her face.
She is going to kill me - Nathan realized, and he used what was left of his strength to hold his composure. If this was his time to die, he was determined to die with dignity.
Unbeknownst to him, though, Crystal had not made up her mind yet. Things had really gone to shit, and he had done some very bad things to her, but there had been good times too, and those old memories made her hesitate. She would never love him again, but that did not necessarily mean that she wanted him dead.
Nathan tried to catch her attention with her eyes. He wanted to hug her. He wanted to tell her how much he had missed her and how much it hurt not to have her by his side. Unfortunately, the cold expression on Crystal’s face was unreadable.
Crystal walked over to the side of the tank, and she looked up at him.
Nathan looked up at her. “Do you really want to kill me?” he asked.
“I don’t want to,” Crystal admitted. “But you said that if I wanted to end our relationship, I would have to kill you. And I told you that if I saw you again, I would kill you. Since you are here, I must assume that it is because you want to die, so who am I to deny you?”
Nathan sighed, and another tear rolled down his cheek. “Do you really want to kill me?” he asked again. His voice was hoarse and weak.
“I suppose that I do.” Crystal raised the gun until it was pointed at Nathan’s head.
“Yeah,” she said. “I want to kill you. Your existence is my greatest misfortune!”
“Then do it,” Nathan whispered.
