"Your proposal?"

Mrs. Kurt glanced at Lynn.

Thinking on her toes, she also knew that the "proposal" given by the other party was definitely not a good suggestion.

How could she.......

"Lucy! Don't listen to him! He's a liar! He's a devil!

”

"The devil?" Mrs. Cotter gently stroked her messy hair, "So you lost me to the devil......."

The Marquis of Cotter was speechless for a long time, but he could only repeat a few "I am not" and "I don't". ”

"Huh." Mrs. Kurt sneered and looked at Lynn, "Tell me, what are you thinking." ”

"It's simple." Lynn chuckled and said, "Since divorce will cause irreparable damage to you, then, if you don't get divorced, isn't it okay?" ”

"I'm sorry." Mrs. Cotter's words were very categorical, "Staying under the same roof with this pig, even for a second, I can't stand it!" ”

"No, no, no."

Lynn crossed his fingers and whispered, "I don't think you figured it out. ”

"You think, you just walked away like this, it seems free, but have you ever wondered, what about your children?"

"Do you think that after you are gone, he will get the right to use all his property and will use it for the upbringing of his children?"

Mrs. Cotter was slightly stunned.

Following the way the Marquis de Cote behaved, it was clear that this could not be.

Not only is it impossible, but perhaps, when he is liberated, he will lose all his money the next day, and there will be nothing left—Mrs. Cotter has never believed so much in the power of her "husband".

Seeing Mrs. Cotter's hesitant expression, Lynn smiled again, "So, if you go like this, you are indeed free, and the children will suffer—and you may not be able to be free." ”

"People always need to survive in society, don't they?"

Mrs. Kurt was not stupid, and naturally understood the deep meaning of the other party's words, but she did not know what was hidden in them.

"What is the purpose of saying so much?"

"I just wanted to help you." Lynn shrugged and said casually, "Look, go, it's definitely not going to work, whether it's for your children or yourself, it's the worst option." So, instead of giving up everything, it's better to ......."

Suddenly, he stepped off the couch, crouched down, and gently patted the Marquis of Cotter's face.

"Take control."

His voice was soft, and it fell on Mrs. Cott's heart, but it was like a thunderbolt.

Thunder fell from the sky, smashing through all the darkness and bringing a ray of light to her world.

She looked at the Marquis of Kurt with a strange emotion in her eyes.

"No, no.......," roared Marquis Cotter, "you can't do that, you're my wife, you can't....... Kill me. ”

“.......”

Mrs. Cotter's eyes flickered, and the light in them flickered faintly.

After a long hesitation, she finally shook her head.

"It's ....... This can't be ......."

Although the Marquis of Cotter died, according to the law, the inheritance of the inheritance would indeed fall into her hands, but with her ability, it was impossible for her to escape the investigation of the unnatural death of the Marquis of Cotter.

"Huh." Lynn waved her hand, "You're thinking too much, I didn't mean to let you kill your husband. ”

"I mean....... You might as well try to keep your husband under control. ”

"It's like this."

Mrs. Cotter was stunned again.

She watched as Lynn gagged Marquis Cotter's mouth again with something, and then the white slender fingertips touched the man's metacarpophalangeal joints covered in withered skin, and then.

"Katsa—"

"Woo!

！ ”

Heart-rending whimpering sobs echoed throughout the hall, and Mrs. Cotter covered her mouth in fright, and hurried back until she hit the couch and sat down.

"You....... You ......."

"Don't be afraid, ma'am." Lynn withdrew her hand and smiled softly, "It's a necessary cost. ”

"Success, cost?"

"That's right." Lynn said, "You tell him that once he goes to the casino, you break one of his fingers, if it's not strong enough......."

Waving to Mrs. Kurt, Lynn pulled out a glittering knife and handed it to the woman who was walking slowly.

"Try this."

Mrs. Cotter stiffly took the knife.

"Yes, that's right, that's it, hold it tight, and then, squat down slowly, slowly."

"Here, point the knife here."

The woman mechanically followed the command, until the Marquis de Cotte's frightened whimper sounded again.

"Woo!

！ ”

"I, I'm .......," said Mrs. Kurt, dropping her knife, covering her face, and sobbing, "I can't, I can't." ”

"No, you can do it."

Lynn's voice was as light and soft as soothing a baby to sleep.

"For your efforts, for your children, for ...... Yourself. ”

He picked up the knife and shoved it back into the woman's hand.

"It's the easiest and best way to solve a problem, and you don't even have to lose anything."

"What you have paid is just a little 'kindness', but wasn't that kind of thing thrown away by your husband a long time ago?"

"Lost, lost."

Madame Coatt remembered once again what the Marquis of Cotter had done to her, and her eyes suddenly became resentful again, and even the hand holding the knife began to turn slightly white.

"Go ahead, ma'am." Lynn grinned, "Throw away your weakness, cut away your senseless mercy, arm yourself with this knife, and from now on, you will be as hard as iron, and you will be able to control your own." ”

"—fate."

"Poof—"

Blood gushed out, scattered and splashed, floating onto the body, and the woman's sight was blurred.

As the world began to turn scarlet before her, the woman finally realized what she had done.

"I, I'm ......." she cried as she looked at the fingers rolling down in front of her, "No, I didn't do it!

”

The woman pointed a blood-stained knife at Lynn.

"It's you! You did it! You devil!

”

"No, no, no, it's something you did." Lynn walked over to her side and put his palm on her wrist, "Besides, what you just did is still flawed. ”

"Come, I'll teach you."

"Follow the wrinkles and veins on the fingers, slide along the muscle lines, and finally stick the blade at the joint, using a little force."

"Click-"

Pinching the finger, Lynn gently placed it on the woman's palm and pushed it in front of her eyes.

"Look, you did it, and you did it great, it looks like a work of art that could be displayed in a museum, doesn't it?"

The woman finally broke down.

She pushed Lynn away and threw herself at her fainted husband like crazy, pounced on him, hugged him, cried hoarsely, and apologized to him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

！ ”

She cried and cried, her long hair messy, and her body covered in blood, at this moment she was out of place in this gorgeous manor, as if the garbage heap on Radiant Street should be her home.

The cries faded as the night wore on, and after a long time, she woke up again.

Sitting up from the ground, she looked first at the blood on her body, then at her husband's face, and at the wound that had been bandaged.

Finally, she looked at the rounded fingers on her hand.

"Lucy ......."

The man's hoarse voice sounded slowly, and the woman hurriedly raised her eyes.

Lucy ....... Don't, don't go......."

The woman was silent for a long time, and suddenly smiled.

"I'm not leaving."

She leaned down and pressed her face against her husband's.

Her movements are light and slow.

Her voice was soft, slow.

"I'll be with you, forever."

"However, we have to agree that you are not allowed to play cards again."

After experiencing the catastrophe, the woman's voice seems to have returned to her girlhood, and it falls on the man's ear, which is a little delicate.

Marquis Cotter felt pity for him, and even though he was in a poor state of mind and spirit, he insisted on responding.

"Okay, okay, I must, I must, I won't go."

Mrs. Kurt did not speak for the first time, but propped herself up, stared at his cheek, and laughed again.

She slowly lifted her hand and stroked his cheek.

"Well, when it comes to it, you have to do it."

"Here, pull the hook."

"Good ......."

The Marquis of Kurt raised his hand with great difficulty, but when he saw the palm of his hand, he was quietly stunned.

His little finger and ring finger were gone.

"Here it is."

The woman rubbed and laughed, pinching his knuckle and shaking it slightly.

She bent the finger and gently put her little finger on it, then leaned over and kissed the round mark softly.

"Pull the hook, hang yourself, for a hundred years, don't change ......."

"Don't ....... Changing ......."