Julie leaned in Count Durand's arms, reaching out toward Lola.
"Lola, come here."
Observing her blood-streaked hand, Lola stumbled over.
She grabbed Julie's hand, crying out, "Mommy, why did you block the knife for that woman, Jian Qing? I didn't mean to hurt you."
Quan Jingwu's purple eyes overflowed with murderous intent. If it weren't for Jian Qing, he might have strangled Lola there and then.
Julie tightly gripped Lola's hand, her voice weak as she said, "Lola, Mommy knows you didn't do it on purpose. Promise Mommy you won't do foolish things anymore."
Lola's tears flowed freely, "Mommy, hold on, the doctor will be here soon."
Julie shook her head, smiling bitterly, "It's no use, it's too late."
All of this was self-inflicted. If she hadn't indulged Lola in using aphrodisiac, things might not have escalated to this point.
All she could say was that this was fate.
