Chapter 1181

Chapter 1181:

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«No matter what happens in the future, never lose hope. Remember that you have Austin and me. "We are men, and it is our duty to protect you for life!"

Nicole was silent for a moment. Ever since she moved to this small mountain town, she hadn't thought about death. She saw each new day as a gift of hope and often prayed for more time with Austin and Roscoe…

I couldn't even think about what would happen if she wasn't there.

The mere thought tore at her heart, filled her with fear and sadness, made her cling to life even more desperately and terrified of the thought of death.

I understood why Roscoe prayed from time to time. Sometimes, all one could do was beg for divine mercy.

Nicole whispered, “I promise you, no matter what happens, I will keep going.”

Roscoe finally felt relieved. His main concern had always been Nicole's mental state, fearing that any unexpected event might break her spirit.

Nicole's cheek rested on his shoulder, feeling his warmth like a little sun. She spoke. “Please promise me that you will take care of yourself. Don’t be reckless, and learn when to hang your head, okay?”

Recalling past experiences made her heart tremble. A kind soul like Roscoe should not be destroyed by his own stubbornness.

"I promise you. We'll both make the most of our lives, we'll watch Austin grow up, we'll watch him get married and have kids."

"Good."

The snow-covered landscape stretched endlessly ahead, and a crack formed in the otherwise clear sky.

However, those who were enveloped in warmth and joy took no notice of any of this, unaware of the impending shift in time.

In the village, a black SUV was parked by the road, shaking continuously and occasionally making sounds like those of a woman in pain.

After a while, the car stopped shaking.

A fat, scruffy man opened the door, frowning. “Now, get out.”

“Sir, you promised to buy me a necklace…” The woman, who was wearing a restaurant uniform, was probably a waitress.

The man threw a handful of hundred-dollar bills in the woman's face, cursing, "Get lost! With the way you look, you're lucky I didn't throw up on you. And a necklace? You look like nothing but a living necklace to me, you skinny little wretch..."

The waitress was not going to accept this quietly. She felt almost abused to death, and this small amount of money was the man's contemptuous gesture. "Sir, how can you do this? You promised me a necklace, and that's why I got into your car. You're not keeping your word..."

"Slap!" The man slapped the waitress, knocking her to the ground.

"Don't ask me for favors, you disgusting woman! Now, get lost!"

However, the waitress did not back down. She began to cry loudly. “I'd better let the passersby judge whether you have mistreated me. I'm not afraid. Anyway, I have nothing to lose. “If you don't give me the necklace, I won't let you get away.”

The old man, Deniz, had hooked up with many women on his journey.

I hadn't expected such a forceful response from this waitress.

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