CHAPTER 142: CHAPTER 142: DAMIEN LANCASTER IS DEAD! IVY SUMMERS HAS GONE MAD!

Everything happened in an instant.

Pain exploded in his chest, and warm blood surged out.

Damien Lancaster lowered his head, looking at the knife in his chest, then looked up into Ivy Summers’ cold and hate-filled eyes. The piercing sensation seemed no longer to come from the sharp blade.

Damien Lancaster gently tugged at the corners of his mouth, raising his hand to hold Ivy Summers’ cold hand. Ivy also looked at the man she had once loved deeply, tears gushing out, her lips trembling, "Damien Lancaster, does it hurt?

If it hurts, it’s just right.

You killed my daughter. My heartache is a thousand times more than yours. I want you to hurt with me. I want you to go to hell to repent. Go die."

Ivy Summers exerted force on her wrist, driving the knife inch by inch into Damien Lancaster’s heart.

As the blade continuously plunged in, Damien Lancaster felt a metallic taste rise in his throat. He opened his mouth, the blood spurting onto Ivy Summers’ pale face.

Ivy Summers gritted her teeth, feeling that murder was a pleasure for the first time, but the pain did not disappear. Instead, it intensified as she drove the knife inch by inch into Damien Lancaster’s heart.

Large tears streamed down her face.

Ivy Summers watched Damien Lancaster, who kept coughing up blood, her whole body shaking.

Damien Lancaster, why?

Why have we become like this?

Why did you kill my Sophie?

Why? Why?

You killed my Sophie, so you deserve to die.

You deserve to die!

Damien Lancaster’s face was full of remorse. He raised his hand, gently wiping away the blood on Ivy Summers’ face. He opened his mouth and said, "Ivy, I’m sorry... I’m sorry..."

Sorry?

Sorry for what?

What good is sorry? Can it bring back her Sophie? Can it?

Ivy Summers thought frantically to herself. She didn’t want an apology. She just wanted Damien Lancaster to die.

She just wanted Damien Lancaster to pay for blood with blood.

The blade finally sank entirely into Damien Lancaster’s heart.

Ivy Summers let go, and under the intense pain, Damien Lancaster could no longer hold on, his vision darkening, his whole body falling backward.

The blood gushed from his heart, and his mouth spewed large amounts of fresh blood, staining his clothes.

Ivy Summers dealt the fatal blow.

Damien Lancaster always knew Ivy Summers was a ruthless woman.

He had betrayed her, and she walked away without hesitation.

He had killed their daughter, and she wanted to kill him.

In his last conscious moment, Damien Lancaster clenched the memorial tablet in his hand.

Ivy, Sophie, I’m sorry...

Watching Damien Lancaster fall to the ground, Ivy Summers stood there, coldly lowering her gaze to him, tears hanging at the corner of her eyes, yet suddenly she threw her head back and laughed aloud.

She laughed wildly, bent over with laughter, as if she had just done something incredibly satisfying.

But as she laughed, a mouthful of blood surged from her throat...

Falling took only an instant.

Ivy Summers’ body fell heavily on Damien Lancaster’s, her lashes trembling, reaching to take the memorial tablet of Sophie from his hand, curling up tightly clinging it in her arms.

In Ivy Summers’ view, Damien Lancaster was unworthy of touching Sophie’s memorial tablet...

Sophie, mommy avenged you.

But mommy is not happy at all.

Because no one’s death can bring you back.

Sophie...

Ivy Summers closed her eyes and lost consciousness...

Everything happened too fast, too fast...

So fast that time seemed to stand still a moment ago, so fast that no one could react, and the two pained people were already lying on the ground.

"Ah!" Annelise Lancaster, who had been hiding at the back, screamed in fright at the sight of all the blood.

Only then did everyone realize what had just happened.

Seraphina Kennedy and Gregory Lancaster rushed over...

Seeing a knife deeply lodged in the heart, the body covered in blood, as if lifeless, Seraphina Kennedy screamed incredulously, only feeling that everything before her wasn’t real.

"Damien... Damien... Help! Help! Damien..."

The old man shouted, "Quick, take him to the hospital, quickly!"

Ella Morgan snapped out of the scene she had just witnessed.

She had noticed earlier that something seemed off about Ivy Summers. She was too calm, sitting there quietly, shedding tears peacefully, handling everything serenely.

She thought Ivy Summers had accepted Sophie’s death.

But she hadn’t expected that behind Ivy Summers’ calm was repeated emotional collapse.

Finally, at today’s funeral, she completely lost control. She took out a knife and stabbed it into Damien Lancaster’s heart.

And Ivy Summers’ earlier manic laughter, upon closer inspection, was filled with irony and self-mockery...

As if she had experienced the most ridiculous farce...