Send You all Stars in the Sky Chapter 26: Carl is dead

Grace was trembling all over and his eyes were full of despair.

"Stop it!" Just as the nails were about to pierce her face, a cold voice came from the door.

It's Carl!

Grace turned his head with joy, but saw Carl kick the wooden block in the man's hand away, pushed him to the ground vigorously, and punched him in the face.

But the man was not a fuel-efficient lamp either. He held Carl down with his backhand, but he fought together.

Hearing the sound, the man guarding the back door also rushed in and began to punch and kick Carl.

Although Carl was strong and strong, he could not defeat the attack of the two men. Seeing him gradually in a weak position, Grace was anxious and hurriedly lay prone on the ground, cutting the rope on her wrist with iron nails to help Carl.

But just as she untied the rope at her feet, the man with the flower arm suddenly smiled harshly, picked up the gun that fell to the ground, aimed it at Grace and fired a shot.

There was a loud "bang". Grace screamed with fear and closed his eyes.

The imaginary pain did not fall on her. At the moment when the gunfire rang, Carl pushed the man away, threw himself on her and hugged her.

And the bullet, straight, hit him on the back.

Looking at the man lying on himself, choking back the pain and sweating profusely, Grace hurriedly held him and frowned, "Carl, are you all right? How are you..."

Hearing Carl's name, the two men got a big fright and turned around and ran away.

Grace also neglected them, hurriedly took out Carl's cell phone and pressed 120.

But her hands were covered with bright red blood belonging to him.

She was trembling all over, and tears poured down.

Carl, what are you doing? Don't you hate me and want me to die? Then why did you save me at the risk of your life?

Am I not a heinous murderer in your eyes?

"All right, don't cry..." Carl fell into her arms, her low, dull voice was very weak, "I am the one who will die... not you..."

"But why did you do it?" Grace held down his shoulder and shouted loudly, "Carl, you should kill me, not save me... if you do this, what should I do..."

I am clearly ready to hate you for the rest of my life, but in this way, I owe you another life. I am clearly ready not to love you, but you make me heartache and move me.

Carl, do you have to torture me in this way?

She lay down in his arms and wept bitterly.

Later, Grace did not know how Carl was taken to the hospital. She only remembered that she was standing at the door of the emergency room, shaking all over.

When she recovered, Stella had already arrived.

Stella cried and pressed her against the wall, grabbed her by the collar and shouted at her, "Grace, what do you want? It is not enough that you killed Caleb five years ago, but now you still want to kill Carl?"

Death?

Grace repeated the word with inexplicable fear.

She never thought that the man who tortured her for ten years would die because of her before her...

"You give me to roll! The farther you roll, the better!" Stella gave her a hard push and shouted, "Don't get close to Yan's brother any more, otherwise, I will never let you go!"

"Stella, you let me stay here." This time, she did not quarrel with Stella, but humbly begged, "I just want to see the situation in Carl and know that he is safe. I will leave immediately."

"Pa!"

Stella raised his hand and slapped her in the face.

"Grace, what affection do you still pretend to be with me now? Even if Brother Yan wakes up, he won't want to see you. You broom star and murderer, get away from me!"

She covered her beaten face and wanted to continue begging Stella, but Stella directly called the security guard and dragged her out of the hospital.

She slumped on the ground in confusion, tears flowing like a dike.

She just wants to make sure he is safe. Why is it so difficult?

Just as she hid her face and wept bitterly, a gentle and pleasant voice suddenly came to her ear: "Well, Grace, stop crying, let's go home."

She was in a trance for a long time. Looking up, she saw Mason in a black suit standing in front of her.

Mason bent down to help her up, took out the paper towel and slowly wiped the tears on her face. He frowned and said, "Look at you, you have made yourself so dirty. Come home with me and have a good wash."

"But... Carl..." Grace pointed to the gate of the hospital, hesitantly dare not speak more.

He was shocked and whispered, "Well, I know, when Carl's operation is over, I will send someone to tell you the news, but you have to come back with me. You are too embarrassed."

Only then did she recover and look down at her eyes. She found herself covered with blood and dirt, and many ferocious scars. She was really embarrassed.

She nodded with a wry smile and followed Mason on the bus.

She knew Mason was dangerous, but now he was her only salvation.

After returning to the villa, Grace fell ill.

She had a high fever of 40 degrees and slept in a daze all night.

She seemed to go back to five years ago, when Caleb was not dead and Carl had not hated her. The three of them always got together and played some childish games for an afternoon.

She and Caleb both like snacks, and Carl buys them boxes by boxes every time.

Grace sat on the sofa, stuffing potato chips into Carl's mouth while watching the play.

His handsome face was gloomy, but his eyes could not hide a smile.

At that time, memories alone could make her cry.

After a day and night of lethargy, her fever finally subsided.

But when she opened her eyes, what she saw was not Carl but Mason.

Mason seemed to have guarded her all night, his face weary and his eyes bloodshot with red blood. Seeing her awake, he exclaimed, "Great, Grace, you are awake at last."

"Uh-huh." Grace struggled to sit up from the bed and frowned. "Mason, is Carl's operation over? How is he?"

Hearing Carl's name, he frowned with displeasure and grunted coldly, "Grace, I am the one who has taken care of you all day and night. Isn't it appropriate for you to ask about Carl as soon as you wake up?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm really worried about Carl. After all, he was injured because of me." Grace told the truth.

"Well, then I'll tell you." He gave a sneer and said word for word, "Carl is dead."