With blood-soaked hands covering her ears, she collapsed to the ground in terror—
She never expected Baron Lawrence to fire a gun.
She never thought he would actually fire it.
The bullet just missed hitting her by 0.01 millimeters; she could have died!
Died!
The word flashed into her mind, as she realized its meaning for the first time with such clarity. Panic, fear, regret... all these emotions surged together, nearly driving her insane!
In her extreme fright, the pain in her body seemed to diminish infinitely. She didn't even notice her ear and hands were injured.
With eyes that so closely resembled Enna Clark's, she fearfully looked at the man standing above her—
The smoking barrel of Baron Lawrence's gun was once again aimed at her. Miranda Lewis shrunk back in fear, tears streaming down her face. Even when her hand touched the shards of a vase, she didn't realize, "No, please don't. Don't kill me. I don't want to die, I don't want to die…"
