He looked like his heart was breaking at the sight of his daughter crying.
Yet even then, he stood firm in defending me.
Cherity cast him a pained glance. “Someone take him back to his room to rest,” she said quietly.
The moment the housekeeper led Barrett away, Cherity pulled out a pistol and leveled it directly at my right arm.
With a deafening bang, she pulled the trigger.
A searing pain tore through me as I let out a bloodcurdling scream. Everyone around us was startled by the gunshot and immediately backed away, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.
Breathing hard, I looked up at her. “C-Cherity… You know everything about me… Do you really think… I’d hurt a child who just turned one month old?”
A flicker of doubt crossed her eyes, but she quickly turned her face away with a cold scoff.
“You’re jealous of Barrett. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do,” she believed.
Before walking out, she turned to the driver. “Take him to the hospital,” she ordered.
Without looking back at me, she left.
The pain overwhelmed me, and soon, everything faded to black.
When I came to, I was already in the hospital. The doctors had removed the bullet and stitched the wound with multiple sutures.