Chapter 227 No Misunderstanding (1/2)

It never occurred to Kristina that Albert would ever misunderstand her like this. It felt horrible.

The two of them continued to argue relentlessly.

As they fought, Albert felt himself getting a head-splitting headache. He started to get flashbacks of when his mother beat and scolded him as a child. His painful past was like a dark, gloomy cloud hanging over his head.

It felt so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Albert couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was his mother, who hurt him as a child, or his lover, who had saved him from the misery.

For many years, he hid the pain that he got from his family under lock and key inside his head. However, it was basically like a time bomb. If someone triggered it, the bomb would explode and hurt everyone within the radius.

Albert wanted to murder someone. He glanced at the fruit knife next to him, then looked at Kristina.

As if caught in a trance, Albert grabbed the knife and stabbed Kristina without hesitation.

The sharp blade pierced through the cloth and flesh, eliciting a shocked gasp from Kristina. Albert's eyes widened as if he was just waking up from the trance.

The dark clouds seemed to have dissipated; Albert realized he had done, but it was too late.

ah away,” he ordered.

”Yes, sir.” Then Ford turned to them and stated, ”Mr. and Mrs. Shi, this way, please.”