Chapter 1113 – 1113 Edward And Kingsley’S Alliance
1113 Edward and Kingsley’s Alliance
“Kingsley, I don’t want to!” Jeanne refused and kept shaking her head.
She did not want anyone to die for her.
“Your survival is more important than anyone else’s!”
“I’m not important, I’m not important at all!” Jeanne was on the verge of breaking down.
From the moment Edward said that he would die for her, she had been holding back until she was about to break down.
“I’m not that important for all of you to protect me with your lives. What’s so important about me that you’re willing to go to this extent for me, cause a country’s war, and be stained with the blood of so many people? I’m just a nobody. I’m not worth it!”
“You’re worth it!” Kingsley enunciated each word.
“Kingsley, do you think I’ll be happy if you do this? Do you think that if you, Edward, and everyone else were dead, I would still be alive? Do you really think I can be so heartless? Do you really think I will–”
“You will because George is still waiting for you,” Kingsley interrupted her.
Jeanne’s heart ached.
There was still George.
For a long time, she did not dare to think about George because she did not know if she could always be by his side. Hence, she did not allow herself to think about him so much.
Kingsley added, “The Hills, Sanders, Duncans, and Swans should have settled this long ago. This is something that can not be avoided, and what would it become in the end… Promise me that it’s all history. Don’t take revenge or hold a grudge. This is a process of natural selection. If I die, it’s because I’m not strong enough. If the Sanders, Duncans, and Swans are defeated, that will be their end. No one should bear the consequences of this ending. It’ll be over.”
An end was an end.
Whoever was not capable enough deserved to die, and he could not blame anyone for that, so there was no need to take revenge!
“K01!” Kingsley ordered, “Protect Jeanne.”
“Yes!” K01 was determined.
Kingsley was about to leave with everyone when Jeanne suddenly called out to him, “Uncle.”
It was rare to hear her call him that.
Kingsley pursed his lips.
At that moment, his expression finally changed to one that no assassin had ever seen on Kingsley’s face.
“I’ll wait for you to come home,” Jeanne said.
‘I’ll wait for you to come home. In the future, whatever you say, I won’t resist you anymore. I won’t make you angry anymore.’