Heartstrings on Fire (Agnes and Jared)

Chapter 479

The man leading them was…

Agnes couldn’t believe it.

The man who stepped out of the car was Albert, the man she had just met and considered her

godfather.

Agnes was a bit confused.

For a long time, she felt her mind couldn’t catch up with what was happening.

Her thoughts were still stuck on Beatrice’s twisted face under the harsh light, and those eyes filled with

hatred and malice.

It was at this moment that it dawned on Agnes.

Was Beatrice trying to kill her just now?

A wave of fear rose from the bottom of Agnes‘ heart, spreading to every corner of her body.

Beatrice wanted her dead!

But why?

Albert had already walked up to Agnes.

He looked her over, then asked with concern, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Agnes shook her head in a daze, then turned her head to look in Beatrice’s direction..

The car over there was completely deformed.

Agnes walked over.

The airbags in the car had all exploded.

Beatrice’s face was covered in blood, her original look no longer recognizable.

But amidst the blood, Beatrice seemed to still have her eyes open.

She was staring at Agnes, her eyes filled with hatred and unwillingness.

Beatrice’s body twitched involuntarily.

Agnes quickly turned to Albert and said, “I don’t have a phone. Can you call an ambulance for me?”

Albert looked coldly at Beatrice in the car: “She just tried to kill you, and you want to save her?”

Agnes felt cold all over.

Agnes said, “Because I’m not like her.”

Albert just smiled.

He signaled to someone nearby, who dialed the emergency number on his phone.

Agnes went over to Beatrice.

It was clear that Beatrice was seriously injured, but she seemed to still be conscious.

Agnes told Beatrice, “Beatrice, I’m saving your life today because we share the same father. But from

now on, we are no longer sisters. The state you’re in now is your own doing. Don’t hate me. I hope we

never see each other again in this lifetime.” Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Agnes couldn’t just watch Beatrice die, but given her severe injuries, whether she could survive or not

was up to fate.

Albert said, “Agnes, get in the car.”

Agnes got in the car.

There were three other people in the car.

A woman with a voluptuous figure, dressed in a red dress, and extremely beautiful said, “So this is

Septima. She’s indeed sympathetic. If it were me, I would have killed that woman right away, to get rid

of a trouble.”

Next to her was a man in glasses, dressed in a suit, gentle and refined. He said, “You think all women

in the world are as hot–tempered as you. Septima is a normal woman. Normal women have sympathy.

Besides, that person just now is Septima’s half–sister.” His voice was also gentle and refined.

The driver was a young man in his twenties. He angrily said, “We all saw her speed just now. She

clearly wanted to kill Septima. If she hadn’t been driving so fast, she wouldn’t have hit the tree.

Actually, this is what she asked for.”

Agnes listened to the people in the car, each with their own opinions, but she was very confused.

They all called her “Septima,” but she didn’t recognize any of them.

Albert coughed.