Defrosting The Cold Young Master
Chapter 1274 - 1278: You Must Be Anxious, Right?

Chapter 1274: Chapter 1278: You Must Be Anxious, Right?

While she struggled, she sobbed and cried out, "Sister Lanlan, it’s all my fault, I’m the one who seduced Brother Shengxun. If you want to kill someone, kill me, please don’t divorce Brother Shengxun. I’ll be content just to quietly stay by Brother Shengxun’s side, I don’t need any status! Sister Lanlan..."

She gripped the handle of the knife her mother held, but her mother refused to let go.

Yun Jue watched as the gleaming blade of the box cutter swung back and forth right before his mother’s eyes. His heart leapt to his throat, suffocating as if there was no oxygen, his head felt dizzy in waves.

How he wished he had been there at that moment!

If he had been there, he would have shielded his mother behind him and stabbed that shameless mistress to death with a single thrust!

He stared fixedly at the screen, mumbling unconsciously, "Mom... Mom... Mom..."

Gu Junzhu’s eyes filled with profound pity, she loosened her grip on Ye Xingbei, walked over to him, took hold of his shoulder, and gently squeezed it.

Yun Jue’s gaze did not leave the screen.

He continued to stare at the screen, tears uncontrollably sliding down his face.

In an instant, his face was covered in tears.

The mistress and his mother fought over the box cutter, its blade swinging near his mother’s face and throat, and even though he knew his mother was already dead, such a scene still made him so anxious that he struggled to breathe.

His father joined the fray to snatch away the box cutter.

Suddenly, his mother erupted, pushing his father violently.

Somehow, the knife slashed fiercely across the mistress’s carotid artery.

Blood gushed out with a "pfft," spraying a great distance.

Both his mother and father were stunned.

His mother stared at the blood spurting from the mistress’s neck, her grip loosened, and the box cutter fell to the ground.

His father rushed over and pressed down on the bleeding wound of the mistress.

The mistress fell to the ground, her eyes wide open like a dead fish, filled with terror, gasping, "I don’t want to die... I don’t want to die... Brother Shengxun..."

After the carotid artery was severed, it took mere seconds for the mistress to die with her eyes staring blankly.

His father shook his fingers to test the mistress’s breathing and then fell to the ground with a thud.

His mother stared blankly at the pale, ghost-like face of the mistress for a moment, then began to laugh sadly.

Gradually, his mother’s smile faded, and her face became calm.

He saw his mother touch herself, probably searching for her phone.

Soon, she must have remembered that her phone had been snatched by his father and flushed down the toilet.

His mother picked up the landline phone from the desk and dialed a number.

Moments later, the call connected; he could not hear what the other party was saying, but he could see his mother’s face put on the usual gentle and tranquil smile, her smile full of reliance and reluctance, "Dad... it’s nothing... it’s nothing, just... yeah, I miss you... Dad, there’s something at work, I have to go on a long trip, you’re getting old, you must take good care of yourself... your daughter is unfilial... no, it’s okay, really, Dad... I... I love you! If there could really be a next life... in the next life, I still want to be your daughter, Dad, please don’t dislike me, let me be your daughter again in the next life..."

Towards the end, he saw tears slide down silently along his mother’s beautiful cheeks.

Yun Jue could no longer hold back. His legs gave way, and he fell to the ground, bursting into loud cries.

He knew that his mother’s call was to his grandfather, yet he couldn’t hear what his grandfather said on the other end of the phone.

His grandfather must be very worried, right?