Katie Poole felt a strong desire to die.
She screamed hysterically, "So many that I can't count them all! Are you satisfied now?"
"Bitch, despicable!" Lucas slapped Katie Poole hard and grabbed her neck: "I'm going to kill you, bitch!"
Katie Poole's neck was tightly gripped by Lucas, she couldn't breathe, her mouth opened wide, unable to make any sound.
Her hands swung in the air, leaving countless red marks on Lucas's arms.
Her back against the wall, Katie Poole looked at Lucas's ferocious yet handsome face, filled with despair in her eyes.
She always knew Lucas had a bad temper, severe bipolar disorder, couldn't control his temper, so even if he hit her, she would forgive him.
He was sick; she didn't hold it against him.
But now, he was sober, wanting to kill her.
Katie Poole closed her eyes in despair, not wanting to see that terrifying handsome face of Lucas anymore.
