Our Billion-Worth Twins

Chapter 70

Without much of a choice, Simon opened the door to the fourth room.

As expected, Catelyn was inside.

Catelyn wanted to open her eyes to look at the person at the door. At this point, however, she seemed to have caught a cold and was feverish. Her body was weak.

She kept seeing the same scenes replaying before her eyes. One moment was about her falling from the stone steps, and another was about a child dying in front of her.

She wanted nothing more than to pass out at this moment

Miles looked past Simon and could see Catelyn being cuffed to the cold stainless steel chair.

No longer were her eyes crystal clear; they were agonizingly red with veins branching toward her pupils. Not only was her hair tousled, but her lips were awfully chapped, and she was barely conscious. Her head was dangling from her neck, swaying side to side, looking like she could faint.

“Big Kitty!” exclaimed Miles, worried and furious altogether. His little heart almost shattered into pieces. He released Catelyn’s wrists from the cuffs carefully and brought her out. “It’s all my fault, Mommy. I came too late…” sobbed Miles. He wanted to carry her on his own, but he was too small that he could not bear her weight.

Without a choice, he allowed Simon to lead her out, all while tears fell down his cheeks.

“Don’t sleep, Mommy. Please, don’t sleep!” Miles walked next to her, holding her hands in his tiny ones. His other hand held the gun up against Simon’s back, making him walk faster.

Catelyn murmured something in response.

They made a few steps before Warren, the man who interrogated Catelyn, came back. Warren exchanged looks with Simon, and their expression was nothing short of malice. Simon suddenly tripped and fell.

Miles, caught off-guard, did not aim his gun at any of the two.

He did not have the time to care about Simon escaping. Everything seemed to slow down as he watched Catelyn slowly falling to the floor, his heart aching at the sight. Bravely, he jumped, wanting to cushion his mother’s fall with his own body before she fell.

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His eyes reddened as more tears threatened to escape.

Warren took the opportunity to take out his gun, pointed at Miles, and sneered, “I think you’ve lived long enough, kiddo.”

Warren laced his finger around the trigger and pulled.

Bang!

The world fell silent after the gunshot.

Miles was, sadly, too slow. He failed to cushion Catelyn, instead only falling onto his mother after she did, his tiny face pressing into his mother’s arms. His tears fell incessantly.

“Mom… Please, wake up! I’m here! Give me a hug! Please…don’t sleep!” His tiny hands patted Catelyn’s cheeks, only to be alarmed at how hot her face felt.

Catelyn feebly lifted her eyelids, and for a brief moment, she thought she had seen her son.

“Don’t cry. I’m…here.”

Her head fell to the side, and she fell unconscious.

“No!” howled Miles. Ignoring the pain he felt, his head whipped toward Simon as he shot him a deathly glare. Simon, at that moment, was utterly flabbergasted. = Warren had shot Miles, but the boy was not injured at all! Simon raised his head and looked toward Warren…only to realize that his companion’s knee was injured.

Warren’s face scrunched in pain as he fell to the floor and curled into himself as he cradled his bleeding kneecap.