"I didn't want to kill you at first, but since now you're awake, I’ll be good enough to kill you. So please also be good to me for the last time!"
"I will not let you die so painfully."
He picked up the pillow next to me and covered my face. After being drugged, I couldn't breathe, and I felt suffocated.
My desire to live made me struggle desperately, but I was so dizzy that I couldn't exert any strength, and I couldn’t compete with an adult man.
Gradually, my strength decreased and my breathing became weaker.
But I was still breathing when I saw Weldon Hampton standing by the door.
I hoped that he would rush over to save me.
At the same time, I also hoped that the thief had a kind heart and could wake up in time.
Because of the lack of oxygen, my eyeballs popped out. I looked at him with pleading eyes.
But my whole face was covered by the pillow, and Weldon Hampton couldn't see it at all.
Tears and snot rolled down my face and stuck to the pillow.
Finally, my trembling legs and arms stopped moving.
I was dead.
I was killed by a thief.
But I died mostly because of my indifferent nephew, who had been raised by me.
I checked the time on my phone. It was already three o'clock in the morning.