Oliver Thompson stared intently at Julie Harrison, his eyes dark as ink, exuding a calmness that seemed to have come from his mother's womb. As he spoke, it was as if he was stating a fact, making it sound as if Oliver would indeed come to save them.
"Yes, Daddy will definitely come to save us!"
Julie seemed to be infected by Oliver Thompson's overly persistent voice, her hand unconsciously brushing his cheeks, caressing them gently. She nodded deeply at him, her mind flashing back to Oliver's handsome and brooding face embedded in her memory.
For some inexplicable reason, her subconscious seemed to feel that he would indeed come.
"Your dad will come to save you?"
There was laughter again, like hearing a huge joke, "I forgot to tell you, two days ago, Oliver's heart was hit by my gun. Whether he's dead or alive is still unknown. Do you really think he can save you? Your wishful thinking is a bit too much."
Shot by him?
