Chapter 217 - Two Hundred And Seventeen: For The Life Of Kim (2/2)
Her hand reached out to clasp her chest, Angela lifted her red teary eyes to Sakuzi,” I know you might not believe me but Maya's incident greatly upsets me and I've prayed for her safety but Valentino, I can't lose two daughters all at once. The thought alone haunts me, so please spare Kim,”
Angela kowtowed to him, almost lying flat on the ground with her forehand banging hard against the floor with each repetitive bow.
Yet Sakuzi was unmoved, his gaze was fixed on the tank where Kim struggled for air instead, gulped large amounts of water since the tape on her mouth had been taken off.
”Valentino, I'm begging you. If whatever we had in the past meant something to you, please spare my daughter and I promise you that you would never set your eyes on us again,” she pleaded desperately.
His face was hardened and he looked undisturbed but Sakuzi was far from calm. Inwardly, his heart was in turmoil and he balled his fist.
Here was the woman he loved - and still loved a bit, a teeny bit- asking, begging, pleading for mercy, and yet, he was unreactive, was he such a cold bastard?
No, he was doing it for his daughter; he was avenging Maya. He clearly warned Angela not to lay a finger on his daughter yet she, no, her own daughter dared him.
Apparently, she hadn't given Kim enough reason to fear him and now she was going to have to learn it the hard way.
Moreover, Angela was the first to start this preferential treatment and must finish it to the end. His own daughter was shit while Alfred's was gold? Well, let's see how it goes now.
Angela turned around to see her daughter was not moving anymore and the last bubble escaped her lips and she cried with a loud voice,” Oh my God, Kim!”
Tears like never before wrecked Angela and she began to kowtow so hard and fast that her forehead split. Blood began to gush out, trailing down her eyes but she carried on with her actions notwithstanding.
The sight of a mother crying for the life of her child was so heartbreaking that even the cold
Sakuzi couldn't take it anymore,
”Bring her out,” he gestured to them.
His men obeyed and this time they brought her down to the ground and began to resuscitate her.
”She's not responding!” Yelled the man who had done the first resuscitation.
Angela's wails increased, she sank to her knees, hands closing around her mouth to appear less pathetic as she looked right now.
He must be so happy, thought Angela without noticing that Sakuzi was greatly distressed by that scene.
For five minutes, they kept compressing kim's chest, and just when everyone had given up on hope, she awoke with a loud gasp, sputtering out water from her mouth.
”Oh my God, thank God,” Angela hurried over to her daughter, pushing away the men in her path and hugging Kim in a tight grip.
”I thought I almost lost you,” she hugged Kim who was still disoriented. She was drenched and looked like a wet rat; her hair clung to her skull, looking like a second skin.
”Let's hope we never cross paths again,” Said Sakuzi.
Angela was startled, she was so engrossed with her daughter that she didn't notice him come over.
”Of course,” she agreed, sensing the fear from Kim when she saw him.
”Goodbye la mia Farfalla,” Sakuzi turned on his heels and left.
He knew the punishment was light but he did it for old times sake. Besides, the girl didn't directly push his daughter off the bridge but contributed to the events leading to it.
”How's the body?” He asked the man beside him on his way out.
”It's been prepared as we speak,”
”And my daughter?”
”According to the doctor, she's still in critical condition,”
Sakuzi stopped in his tracks and faced the guard saying ”Tell the doctor that if he doesn't save her, he should be prepared to be buried alongside her,”
”Of course Sir,” He bowed.
”Thank you,” he patted the guy on the shoulder and continued his journey,” Now, where was I?”