Chapter 566: Chapter 566

Just as Dempsey had finished his words, Clarence showed up at the door.

His voice was icy-cold, “Now that you want to die, why don’t you dig a hole and bury yourself into the tomb? Looks like it aggrieves you to let you alive.”

A trace of disdain and sarcasm flashed across Joanna’s face when she saw Clarence, “Even if I have to die, I should create some values. At least I can’t let you take over the Conrad family like this.”

“You don’t have any value when you’re alive. Do you expect to create any value after death?”

Joanna’s eyes turned cold as she couldn’t remain her composure, “Clarence, cut the craps. Just do it if you want to kill me. I’m not afraid of you.”

Clarence slowly curled his lips into a smile, yet his eyes still looked icy-cold.

He uttered words by word, “Killing you will only soil my hands.”

Joanna’s expression was changed dramatically. “What do you mean?” asked Joanna.

“The things you did will let you be imprisoned for decades. I don’t know whether if you can leave the prison alive. Why do I have to kill you personally?” Clarence continued calmly, “You have been spoiled Annie since childhood. She couldn’t bear life in prison. I guess you will not be accustomed to it either.”

Joanna thought of Annie’s miserable appearance and held her breath. Several seconds later, she suddenly burst into laughter, “Clarence, oh Clarence, I’ve been thinking that you’re a person who can’t be trifled with over the years. But it turns out you’re a coward who’s afraid of many things.

You don’t even dare to kill me, huh?”

“You have to know that I once planned to kill Stella and that bastard son. What a pity it is that they were so lucky that they didn’t die in that accident.

However, I swear that once I’m alive, no matter where I am, I will not let go of them. All these will not have an end unless I die. You can wait and see their dead bodies one day.”

The smile on Clarence’s face disappeared bit by bit with thick killing intentions gathering his eyes.

Dempsey said to his men, “There’s something wrong with her brain. Take her upstairs for a rest.”

Before his men could get close to her, Joanna stood up and pushed them away, “Hahaha, I’m crazy? Yep, I’m crazy! I became crazy when Justin had that car accident and when you took this illegitimate son back to the family! I’m not afraid of death!”

Joanna then looked towards Clarence and said, “I remember you’re never a mercy man. What’s wrong with you? What are you afraid of? Kill me if you have the guts! I tried to kill your wife and your son, yet you don’t have the guts to seek revenge for them. How ridiculous! Maybe only yourself is the most important one in your heart.”

Clarence remained silent and expressionlessly snatched Maxwell’s gun and slowly loaded the gun.

Dempsey widened his eyes, “Clarence, are you crazy too?”

Clarence said calmly, “She’s true. She should have died earlier.”

He lifted his hand and pointed at Joanna.

Dempsey took two steps backwards and hardly held his crutch. He ordered in a stern voice, “Hurry up to stop him.”

However, Clarence had triggered the gun before those men could stop him. At the same time, there came a soft female voice from behind, “Clarence.”

Bang!

The porcelain on the wall broke into pieces.

He didn’t shoot Joanna in the end.

Joanna was dumbfounded for several seconds. She then turned around and looked at the pieces scattered on the ground.

Clarence said, “You talked so much just now, hoping that I can kill you personally. Sorry, I disappointed you.”

After finishing the words, he threw the gun to Maxwell, yet he didn’t turn around.

Joanna had planned for this for a long time, but she didn’t expect that Clarence would choose not to kill her.

According to her anticipation, Clarence should hate her a lot.

But he was still not trapped under such a condition.

Joanna chuckled. Maybe she was laughing at Clarence, or maybe she was laughing at herself.

However, when everyone was heaving a sigh of relief, Joanna suddenly grabbed the dagger on the table.

Before Stella could see what was happening in the house, a person dashed to her and blocked the possible danger for her.

Stella moved her lips trying to say something, yet she couldn’t utter even a syllable.

Dempsey said anxiously, “What do you want to do? Do you think today’s commotion is not breaking enough? Why do you act like this? What do you expect Justin to face other people in the future?”

Joanna said sarcastically, “Do you think Justin will feel ashamed for having me as his mother? Or do you regret to bring up such an ungrateful son?”

After finishing the words, Joanna looked towards Clarence resentfully, “Remember it, Justin is my son. He’s never been your brother! You will only be enemies since today because it’s you who force me to die.”

Before finishing the words, Joanna pointed the dagger at herself and stabbed it into her chest with great force.

Seeing this scene, Dempsey passed out.

Stella wanted to walk over when she heard the sounds, but a hand covered her eyes.

The man said in a low voice, “Don’t watch it.”

Stella stood on the spot. She recalled what Joanna said just now. Associating it with the sounds she heard just now, it was easy for her to guess what had happened in the house.

Right at this moment, a gentle voice sounded from behind, “Clarence, why are there many people? What happened?”

Stella felt the hand that was covering her eyes stiffened for a moment.

A thunder sounded outside and then there came the heavy rain.

Justin came over on the wheelchair. Before Clarence could answer his question, he saw Joanna who was lying in a pool of blood with her eyes widened and Dempsey who had fainted and fell onto the ground.

Justin’s smile stiffened and his eyes became blank.

Clarence closed his eyes and turned around, “Call the ambulance.”

“Clarence,” Justin stopped him.

Clarence gently pushed Stella forward and said to Maxwell, “Take her away first.”

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“Go.”

Stella turned around to look at him, her eyes crimson red.

Clarence smiled lightly at her.

When Maxwell took Stella out of the house, Clarence withdrew his gaze.

In the house...

Justin had crawled to Joanna and his wheelchair was left behind. He held up Joanna’s hand and asked with sobs, “What... What happened? How did it come to this?”

The only reply he got was Joanna’s widened eyes.

She had died and didn’t have a single faint breath.

Justin sat beside her, holding her hands which were gradually getting cold. His strength was drained out of his body bit by bit.

Clarence walked over. It was hard to read his mood from his tone of voice. “She said it was me who forced her to die and required you to seek revenge on me. I won’t deny it. I can seek revenge on her, so of course, you can also seek revenge on me.”

Looking at Joanna’s dead body, Justin murmured, “I’m crippled. What can I do to you? Clarence, she owes you and now you’re even.”

“She doesn’t owe me anything, so do you. She chose to die. Therefore, you don’t have to feel guilty to me. Likewise, I won’t feel sorry to you for her death.”

Justin smiled in dismay, “It’s good.”

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