Chapter 346: Chapter 346



Theresa Gordon had never felt so disgusted. She could only restrain herself by firmly biting her lips.

Mistress Leslie could feel Theresa’s trembling. However, she could only worry, she couldn’t say anything.

“Why, don’t you want to agree?” Phoebe Lewis leaned against her chest, “Don’t forget that your grandmother and that woman are still in my hands.”

Armand Bernie’s face turned blue. He grabbed her neck, “You must have a death wish.” It was painful.

Phoebe couldn’t breathe. She felt like her neck was going to be broken. Her face seemed distorted as she struggled to speak in a halting voice from her throat, “You can choke me to death.”

Armand was not going easy on her at all. At this point, he really wanted to kill this woman. He snatched the remote out of her hand and said coldly, “Phoebe, do you know how disgusting you are?”

Phoebe laughed hoarsely. It sounded harsh and horrible like the sound old bellows made, “Do you think I’m stupid enough to not have a backup? You can try strangling me to death to see if you’ll die with me.” Phoebe was very sure.

Armand hesitated. He didn’t dare gamble with his grandmother’s and Theresa’s lives.

Though unwilling to do so, he pulled Phoebe.

Two men rushed in from outside as Phoebe fell to the ground and made noise. They had a detonator and machetes in their hands. This Phoebe had prepared Phoebe long before. If she was in danger, she would let them detonate the bomb on the ship.

Phoebe covered her chest as she lay on the ground. She was breathing heavily. She only felt more comfortable when oxygen entered her lungs again.

She lifted her head and looked up at Armand as she recovered. He let out a chuckle, “You really care about them.”

Armand, however, just looked at the two men who had just entered.

Phoebe got up from the floor and stood in front of Armand, “You really want to save them?”.

Armand had become cold and unhinged. He wanted to kill her. Of course, he wanted to get them out of here.

Phoebe just lifted her head and looked at Armand after fixing her messy hair, “You can save them if you want to.”

She winked at the two men, and they understood her immediately. They put the machetes to the necks of Theresa and Mistress Leslie.

“You can choose one of the two. I’ll release her immediately,” Phoebe laughed as if she had succeeded.

She knew about Armand and Mistress Leslie’s relationship. Even if he liked Theresa, he would never abandon Mistress Leslie.

Armand looked tense, “I’m taking them both!”.

“I know I will most likely die after today, so I need someone to go with me. Otherwise, I’d be lonely on my journey to the afterlife.”

She already spent all her savings. She even offended Cody and infuriated Armand. Even if she could get out of here alive, these two people wouldn’t let her go. She was already expecting the worst.

Armand was very furious. He gritted his teeth: “Phoebe Lewis!” Phoebe shuddered. It was the first time she had seen Armand so angry.

However, she immediately calmed down again. After all, she was the one in control.

As long as she cared about those two women, she would give in.

“Pick one,” Phoebe acted arrogantly. She was the dominant one now. She was the winner.

Mistress Leslie was agitated because she wanted to tell Armand to pick Theresa. She was old now, so it wouldn’t matter if she lived a day longer or a day shorter. Theresa, however, was different. She was still very young, and most likely pregnant.

No matter how it was calculated, saving Theresa would be the best option.

Theresa, however, was very quiet. Her messy hair covered her face. Even her despair was quietly covered. She was wet and clammy under her body. She already knew what had happened even if she didn’t take a look. It was very painful. It was not a physical pain, but an emotional pain. It was an indescribable pain, as if a saw was tearing at her heart.

She had already thought about aborting her child, but she also had expectations. At this point, she knew very well that her son had already abandoned her.

She had seen people talk about heartbreak in books and on television before. She thought it was just an adjective. Now, however, she knew all too well that heartbreak could really hurt. She felt so bleak and numb that she couldn’t breathe.

“If you still don’t choose, I’ll let you both die with me,” Phoebe said impatiently.

It was a difficult dilemma. She didn’t want to give up on anyone. As the blood pooled in the center of her pupils, she spoke hoarsely, “I’ll let you do anything with me. Let them both go.”

“No,” Phoebe firmly refused, “I just want you to choose one to live and one to die. No matter who you choose, you’d live with regrets forever anyway. I want you to live a life like hell and be entangled in nightmares every night.”

This was also the reason he captured and gathered Mistress Leslie and Theresa. “Save… Theresa…”

Mistress Leslie struggled to say two words. But Armand understood her.

Yet she was the one who had raised him. How could he abandon her?

He shook his head. He couldn’t. He couldn’t give up. Or he would really live his life with regrets forever, like what Phoebe said.

He couldn’t.

However, looking at Theresa, she didn’t look good either. If anything happened to Theresa, he knew he would definitely live his life in torment forever. He didn’t even know if he could live to old age.

Armand drained all the courage out of his life and spoke, “Theresa, I was raised by my grandmother…”

The subtext was that he could not abandon the person who had raised him.

Theresa lowered her head. She didn’t think Armand was wrong in his decision. Everyone said that gratitude for being raised was greater than for being born. There was nothing wrong with him choosing the person who had raised him.

However, she didn’t know why, but she felt hurt and sad. Her tears fell uncontrollably.

“If anything happens to you, I will…” accompany you.

At that moment, Mistress Leslie’s anxiety and anger struck her, and she fainted.

Armand could not finish speaking.

In an instant, Armand said he would release his grandmother.

It was an expected response, and Theresa already felt numb. It was better to die than to live in pain.

Phoebe let the two men take Mrs. Leslie away. As they passed her, they secretly placed the detonator in her hand. Phoebe silently brought her other hand behind her back.

She approached Theresa as if nothing had happened, “Did you see him clearly? He’s heartless.”

Theresa raised her head and looked at Phoebe through the gaps between her hair. Her voice was husky, “I don’t think you’re wrong. If a person doesn’t even care about their own family, are they still a human?”

Phoebe was very angry. It was as if this sentence made her angry. She grabbed her hair, “You’re still so stubborn when you’re about to die…”

Bang!

A loud bang sounded! Phoebe suddenly went flying and hit the iron plates of the ship’s walls. She shook so hard that the whole ship swayed. Armand rushed in front of Theresa and untied the ropes from her hand, “I’ll get you out of here.”

At that moment, however, he saw the blood pouring down her back. Her hands shook, “Are you, are you hurt?”

“Ahem, then let’s die together!” Phoebe pressed the detonator in her hand.

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