Twins and Ex-wife(My Talented Babies) novel Chapter 635

Time as if it stood still for a moment, after a long, long time, Fillip stiffly moved his lips, "What did you say? Who are you saying is dead?"

"Fillip, Lucy is dead, you are her husband, no matter how much you disliked her, you should come over to take care of her afterlife."

Fillip's lips opened again, but no sound came out.

Twice Freya repeated that Lucy was dead, and no matter how much he wanted to deceive himself, he had to admit that it was not a hallucination on his part.

But even if it was not his hallucination, he would not believe Freya's words; he only believed that it was a malicious joke.

"Freya, it was that woman who told you to call me, wasn't it? That shameless woman, what is she trying to do again!"

Fillip carried without a trace of warmth, and if one looked closely, one would find that his dark eyes carried a clear sense of panic.

No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, the pain in his chest wouldn't go away.

"Fillip, Lucy has gone, I hope you will show her more respect."

Freya really didn't want to talk to Fillip anymore, she knew how badly he treated Lucy, but she didn't expect that now that Lucy was gone, he would still call her as a shameless woman.

Freya's eyes couldn't control the sourness, Lucy, how could you marry such a heartless man?

Freya only turned her face and saw the will on the table, along with a piece of paper stained with blood.

She sniffled hard before she found her voice, "Fillip, forget about what I said if you don't believe me. I will take care of Lucy's afterlife, her will and last words are on the table in your room, when you have time later, read them."

After saying this, Freya simply hung up the phone.

She knew how much Lucy loved Fillip, and she definitely wanted him to say goodbye to her, but unfortunately, he wouldn't.

Forget it, she and Lucy had been friends, she would see her off, she wouldn't let her go on her way alone in this silent night.

After Freya hung up the phone, Fillip did not come back to his senses for a long time.

He still did not want to believe Freya's words, but Freya's words just now did not seem like a lie, and she said something else about Lucy's will and her last words.

Fillip's eyes suddenly widened, bloodshot.

Could it be that that woman is really dead?

How could she have died just like that!

No, there's no way Lucy is dead!

Fillip pressed his chest hard, his body couldn't control leaning forward. He didn't know who his heart was hurting so much for, he didn't want his heart to hurt so much, but no matter how hard he tried to restrain it, that pain kept on increasing.

Even if the call was a trick by Lucy, a ridiculous prank, he was still uneasy if he didn't go back to see if Lucy was okay.

You've tricked me back, Lucy, just like you wanted!

You win!

"Fillip!"

Regina tried to pull Fillip's hand, but he was running too fast for her to catch up.

Looking at Fillip's fading figure disappearing into the night, Regina's face twisted almost out of shape.

This man was most devoted to her, what had possessed him this evening?

Fillip's voice came to an abrupt end as he smelt the heavy smell of blood.

Fillip's breath stopped for a moment, how could there be such a strong smell of blood in their room?

Could it be that it wasn't a prank, but Lucy was really dead?

How could she suddenly die!

Could it be that the words he said tonight were so heartbreaking that Lucy couldn't bear to commit suicide?

Fillip stood stiffly at the bedroom door, and suddenly he was afraid to lift his feet and step inside.

But even if he was unwilling to face what was to come, what had happened could not be changed.

He stood in the bedroom doorway and could clearly see that a large patch of blood red spread across the floor of the room.

Lucy had been carried to the bed by Freddie, her lips curled in a light, relieved smile, as she lay there motionless.

Her face, paler than usual, she lay quietly in bed, like a sleeping beauty waiting to be kissed awake by a prince.

It is just that there is not a trace of life in such a beautiful painting, only an indescribable deadness and desolation.

"Lucy!"

Fillip suddenly lifted his feet and he rushed towards the bed with red eyes.

Seeing Freddie standing by the bed, he raised his hand and threw a fist at his face, "Freddie, what did you do to her?!"