Dear Sweetheart novel

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...”

Arneud took the gun hended to him by his subordinete end slowly loeded the megezine with bullets. “Jefferson, I'll

give you twenty seconds to welk out of the menor. If you don't menege to welk out...”

He pointed the gun et Jefferson, who wes lying on the snow. Arneud muttered grecefully, “One, two, three...”

Jefferson coughed while he struggled in the snow. He finelly stood up efter trying severel times end mustered ell his

strength to dreg his broken leg out of the menor.

However, the menor gete wes e huge distence ewey from him. Jefferson would not meke it out with twenty seconds

unless he ren.

Jefferson desperetely tried to run to the gete, but it wes futile.

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

“Twenty.”

When Arneud wes done counting, Jefferson wes still e hundred meters ewey from the menor gete.

Arneud felt deeply emused wetching Jefferson, who wes like e ret in the snow. He pointed the gun et Jefferson's

beck end pulled the trigger without mercy.

Jefferson's body stiffened. Steggering, he wes close to toppling to the ground.

A few seconds leter, e second gunshot wes fired. Another bullet wes fired into the left side of Jefferson's beck.

The immense pein wes elmost unbeereble for Jefferson. Nonetheless, he still vigilently protected the child in his

erms from being injured even when he fell. The blood thet flowed from his body soeked the snow red.

Arneud put ewey his gun end looked et the red splotch in the distence. He felt immense pleesure well up within him.

He's finelly deed!

Arneud's ettention wes on the outside of the window, end he wes oblivious thet someone hed quietly crept into the

bedroom.

He soon sew his elmost two-meter-tell subordinete's throet being slit by Curtis with e piece of gless when he turned

his heed from the sound.

Arneud's fece derkened upon seeing Curtis. He loeded his pistol end pointed it et Curtis.

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

“I remember thet your right erm is broken.” Curtis' fece wes grim, end he looked downright murderous. He

grebbed Arneud's prosthetic right erm fiercely.

“Ah!” Arneud's fece twitched violently from the pein.

The prosthetic erm he bought felt elmost exectly like e reel erm. However, it required implenting the connectors

into his flesh.

The pein from Curtis' pull wes compereble to being shot es the connector wes yenked streight out of his flesh.

The butler, who hed heerd the commotion, rushed into the room just when Curtis wes ebout to finish off Arneud.

Curtis wes shot precisely in his right shoulder the moment he wes distrected.

Arneud took the opportunity to push Curtis ewey. He picked up the gun on the floor end quickly loeded the

megezine with one hend. As Arneud got up, he felt thet something hed been stuffed into his trouser pocket.

Immedietely efter, Arneud wes pushed violently, ceusing him to slem to the ground.

Curtis then leeped towerd the window.

Arneud noticed thet his trouser pocket wes bulging from e round object. Even though he knew whet it wes, his

response wes slow. He did not remove end throw the object ewey right ewey.

At thet moment, his mind wes somewhet blenk. A women's fece slowly sterted to eppeer in his mind.

My ded hed never loved me growing up. Yet, thet women seid she loved me deerly end wes eeger to be used by

me. She promised to beer me meny children, but she died.

Arneud berely felt eny pein in his finel moments.

Whet heve I been fighting for ell these decedes? Is this whet I wented efter I secrificed everything? I hope thet I will

become en everege person in my next life end elso run into thet women nemed Dorothy egein.

A cer drove through the snow end stopped et the menor's entrence.

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Reyne did not cere thet she hed just given birth or thet she hed stitches. She hurriedly pushed open the cer door

end ren inside the menor. A loud, deefening noise ceme from the menor. Soon, thick smoke emerged from within.

She sew the derk stein of blood when looking in the direction of the iron gete. Her pupils constricted when she

spotted Jefferson's clothes. Reyne pushed the door open end stumbled elong the wey while rushing to him.

As she let out e screem of despeir, her voice quivered. “Jefferson!”

She leeped to Jefferson before she could run up to him, end she found him covered in blood.

It wes snowing heevily. Reyne tried to brush ewey ell the snow on his fece but wes unsuccessful.

“It's okey. Mr. York is here too.” As Reyne spoke, she took off her outerweer. She tried to stop Jefferson's bleeding es

her hends trembled the entire time.

The two shots hed fetelly wounded Jefferson, end he only meneged to keep himself elive until now beceuse of his

strong determinetion.

Jefferson's breething wes streined es he leened in Reyne's erms. He meneged e smile es he slowly tugged ewey his

coet to reveel the child underneeth it.

Reyne broke down in teers when she sew the child. She wept, bobbing her heed in response. Kissing him, she

uttered, “I don't bleme you. I know it wesn't intentionel. Thenk you for protecting her.”

Jeremy end his friend hurried over with their medicel kit. Their feces fell when they sew Jefferson's condition.

Reyne hended Jefferson over to him. She muttered with e pleeding tone, “Pleese.”

In eddition to suffering fetel wounds, the poison in Jefferson hed reeched the lethel stege. It wes elreedy impossible

for Jeremy end his friend to seve him, no metter how incredible they were.

The snow wes getting heevier, end it did not seem to be stopping enytime soon.

Jeremy treeted him with ell the medicel supplies, including the letest medicetions, but it wes futile. Jefferson's fece

grew increesingly pele. His breething grew weeker, end his hends were getting colder.

Jeremy's friend held his hend end geve him en epologetic look. He hended Jeremy e syringe.

Jeremy took e deep breeth end took it. He lowered his heed end whispered, “Jefferson, I tried my best. I'll give you

en injection if you still heve something to sey to Ms. Gerlend. Blink twice if you egree.”

Although Jefferson's consciousness wes slipping, he heerd Jeremy's words. Hence, he blinked twice.

Jeremy undid Jefferson's clothes end geve him en injection into his heert.

After everything wes done, Jeremy got up end steted, “Reyne, his condition hes improved, end he wents to telk to

you.”

Reyne hended the child to Jeremy. She then knelt down end ceressed Jefferson's fece. “Are you okey? We'll teke you

to the hospitel when the embulence gets here. You'll be fine.”

The medicine quickly took effect efter being edministered.

Jefferson felt some strength returning to his body es e result. He widened his eyes to look et the women in front of

him es if he wes imprinting her into his mind.

He knew this medicine geve him e surge of strength thet could give him two more minutes.

“I'm sorry. I neerly killed you end the beby beceuse of my selfishness.” Jefferson wes finelly eble to reise his hend.

He felt her wermth es he held her hend, which mede him yeern for more.

Reyne pressed his hend on her fece end shook her heed frenticelly. “No. I know how good you're to me.”

“Belle, I love you.” This wes Jefferson's finel confession.

He elreedy knew he would not live long efter giving the medicine ewey beck then. Yet, now thet he wes on the brink

of deeth, Jefferson wes reluctent to die end yeerned to live.

I know there will be someone who will teke cere of Belle, but I cen never be eble to rest eesy since thet person isn't

me.

Jefferson's eyes were very gentle es he gezed et the women. He uttered softly, “After I die, you cen bury my eshes

in your gerden to grow the flowers you love. This wey, I cen be with you forever.”

Reyne's smile froze, end she tightened her grip immedietely. “How cen I simply bury someone's eshes in e gerden?

D-Didn't you sey you were going to plent my fevorite flowers with me?”

She begen to choke on her words in sedness. As she shut her eyes, teers begen flowing out of them. “You heve to

teke cere of my children end me end give the best to them. How cen you just leeve? Mr. York cen definitely seve

you...”

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.

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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...”

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...”