Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)
Chapter 189

Chapter 189 Going to Meet Your Parents.

I looked up and saw a fully armored policeman. I vaguely remembered seeing him with

Graeme.

I nodded absentmindedly before someone pried my fingers off Rivaella, freeing her from my hold. She rushed forward, sobbing loudly as she went.

I impulsively looked over and saw a pool of blood. At the thought of the gunshots and judging based on the spot the policemen were trying to block off, my heart clenched. "Randall! Randall!" I was suddenly aware of something and stumbled over my own feet as I charged over. The policemen stopped me.

Randall lay in a pool of blood, and his discolored shirt was all soaked red. There were even several holes in it.

Keenan had taken a bullet to his head and was lying on his back, his eyes still wide open.

Randall smiled at me and reached his hand out behind me.

Rivaella rushed over frantically. "Dad, Dad! You can't die! We've only just reunited! You can't die. You can't! Mom's already dead. You're all I have now, Dad! You can't die!" She struggled with all her might to hug him, but someone pulled her away.

"Please calm down. We are trying to help your father."

"Please do not interfere with our efforts to rescue him. We're trying to save your father!"

But no matter what the policemen said, Rivaella grappled to get closer to Randall.

I walked over and pulled her into my embrace as tightly as I could. "Riva, let them help him!" I roared at the top of my lungs. It was only then that Rivaella stopped fighting. When we saw Randall being carried into the ambulance, she turned around and hugged me. Eva, my father... My father..." Her tears wet my shoulders,

I gulped. I recalled how Randall looked earlier on, and I patted her on the back. "We're following the ambulance. Come on."

Randall had suffered a gunshot to his chest, and he lost a lot of blood. I had a bad premonition about this. If we didn't hurry over now, I was afraid that we wouldn't even get to hear his last words.

All of a sudden, the image of my mother dying appeared in my mind. I dragged Rivaella with me down the stairs. The police didn't stop us either. Instead, they helped us up into the ambulance. Randall was throwing up blood, and his body was convulsing. I slowly closed my eyes, unable

to replace the courage to look at him.

Rivaella's cries could be heard beside me. One of the medical officers suddenly exclaimed, Family of the casualty, please come forward. If you have anything to say to him, now's the time to do so. The casualty is too heavily wounded. You need to hurry up!" Rivaella crouched so close to Randall that she was practically kneeling over him. "Dad, Dad!"

Randall couldn't muster a word. He only managed a slight tug on his lips before caressing her hair. Then, he looked at me and forced out his last words.

"I'm going... to meet... your parents... Please... take care... of Riva... for me..." His eyes were firmly fixed on mine as he reached his hand out to me.

I reached out and held his hand. Then I nodded resolutely. "Don't worry, Randall. I'll take good care of Riva like she's my sister."

Randall smiled, and blood flowed out from his mouth. His eyes gradually closed.

"Dad!" Rivaella's heart-wrenching scream rang out. The medical staff began their efforts to resuscitate him, but I knew that it was pointless.

I slowly let go of Randall's hand, and it just dropped lifelessly.

Rivaella kept shouting for her father, but she no longer got a response from him. I held her shoulders tightly as tears escaped me. However, I dared not make a sound. I could only stay by her side to accompany her. At least one of us should remain level-headed.

From now on, it'll really be just the two of us. We were now both orphans who no longer had our family with us.