Love Comes To Me
Chapter 575: A Taste of Life and Death

But even if she turned to dust, Hector would not be mistaken.

Hector's teeth were clenched as his stern gaze cut into Agnes over and over again, his coldness growing so intense that he wanted to tear her apart.

Fists clenched, Hector loosened his gums and a voice as low as a ghost echoed in the air.

"You really made me look for it, Agnes!"

The cold few words were like the questioning of Hades, breaking Agnes' already fragile spirit.

Over the years, she lived a life on the run.

Truly feeling the horror of Hector, he almost turned the world upside down to replace her.

Such a man is simply evil!

All her composure was crushed into a bubble in this moment, and she could vaguely smell the scent of death.

At the moment Agnes, tears of fear in her eyes, scrambled forward and crawled over to Hector's trouser leg, wrapping her withered and dirty fingers around it.

She tilted her head and begged uncontrollably, "Please, let me go, I won't dare again ..."

She rubbed her hands together and kowtowed to Hector, what pride, in the face of abject death, could not be cared for.

Agnes thought that begging for mercy would get a glimmer of sympathy from Hector.

The next moment, however, he was himself thrown to the ground like a piece of trash by his people.

Instead, Hector grew even angrier and took a step forward, glaring at Agnes with a grim, deadly glare.

A cold laugh, as if he had heard the joke of the century, "Spare you? When you threw Eloise into the sea, did you ever think that this day would come? Did you ever think you'd never dare to do it again? Did you ever want to leave Eloise and the baby alone?"

Hector's words came out more impassioned than ever, and as he spoke, a mad hatred fell from his clear black eyes.

He exuded a hostile and creepy aura.

Agnes' face hardened a little as she listened to his questioning.

Eloise! Or this woman!

Why is she dead and still not allowed to have a good time!

Jealousy and hatred had turned her face upside down and she struggled to her feet.

With a hint of anger she pointed at Hector and cursed, "Hector, you're a madman! I killed her three years ago! She forgot about you long ago, what are you still thinking about ...!"

The words Eloise was dead irritated Hector's nerves and his pupils narrowed as anger erupted.

Suddenly he raised his foot and kicked Agnes hard, and after a harsh scream, Agnes fell to her knees.

But as if Hector wasn't relieved, he stepped forward again and stomped on her hard.

"Eloise isn't dead, you're the one who deserves to die, you poisonous woman!"

She refuses to let go of even an unborn child.

Murdering his wife and children, and not a trace of remorse!

Agnes' body was already in tatters and her years on the run had left her hungry and full.

When she became ill, she did not dare to go to the hospital, so she just put it off, leaving her body with many hidden illnesses.

The kick from Hector made her even more dying like a candle in the wind.

She covered her heart and lungs and coughed violently for a while, coughing and spitting out blood.

Agnes suddenly laughed, stumbling up from the floor and glaring viciously at Hector.

"She's dead, her bones are rotting in the sea, dead without a body! Hector, stop deluding yourself, so what if you have one hand on the sky?

You can't save that bitch Eloise. If you dare, you can kill me today. Killing me is only one life, but Eloise has two lives. I won't let her go even if I'm a ghost on the road to hell!"

At the moment, Agnes is in a frenzy, knowing that nothing good can come from falling into Hector's hands.

So much so that he broke the jar and kept irritating Hector's nerves with vicious words.

If it's not easy for her, it won't be easy for them!

Agnes' words cut hard and bloody into Hector's yet-to-be-scabbed wounds.

His arms burst with veins and his eyes suddenly turned sharp as his tall figure jerked forward, choking Agnes around the neck with one hand.

With a firm hand, he pushed Agnes against the wall next to him.

"If you want to die, then I'll make it happen for you!"

His large palm wrapped around Agnes' neck and his eyes were scarlet.

One can feel the blood flowing from Agnes beneath the palms of her hands.

Half of them are the same as Eloise's, except that Agnes' colour is black.

He grew more and more disgusted, his hands intensifying.

Agnes was caught off guard and couldn't even groan as her back slammed into the wall.

Her face went blue for a moment as the choking sensation came from her neck.

Fluttering his hands, the long chain stretched out in just the right line.

Her wrists were red with strangulation, but she instinctively tried to break Hector's fingers, yet it didn't help at all.

Agnes could only cough violently, tears forced hard from her eyes.

This time she would indeed feel the horror of death.

Lips gradually turning from white to purple, Agnes spat out a few words in pain, begging bitterly for mercy, "Don't, don't kill me..."

All that could be seen in the blurred vision was Hector's violence.

Today Hector is like a demon from hell.

There was nothing but the smell of bloodlust on his body.

The image was seared into Agnes' bones and for the rest of her life she shuddered at the thought of Hector.

As they watched Agnes' struggle diminish, the men at hand were baffled and no one dared to come forward to stop them.

Thomas came back to his senses and scrambled forward, trying to stop it.

It's just not worth it to sully Hector's hands for someone like that.

"Prince!" Thomas shouted.

The sound brought Hector's senses back and he grunted, suddenly letting go.

Agnes slid down the wall like a puddle of mud and fell to the floor.

Covering his purple-red neck, he panted heavily and woefully.

Hector looked down at Agnes and said cruelly, "Kill you? Killing you outright would be too cheap and you wouldn't be worth it.

But you don't have to rejoice too soon, I'm not killing you because for the rest of your life I want you to taste a life worse than death, and in the future, you will regret why you didn't die at my hands, at this moment!" Having said that, and not caring any more about Agnes on the ground, he turned and struck out of the cold, damp place.

Before leaving, he instructed the two brothers who were in charge of watching Agnes with expressionless faces, "Treat her well, just don't get her killed." "Yes, boss, don't worry, we've got the measure."

The men under their command nodded and led the way towards Agnes, one of them even moving his wrist a little.

It's not quite the same as at home, so it's easier to do some things.

Hector's men are basically a collection of people who have been on the streets but wanted to clean up their act but were dealt a hard hand by the organisation.