Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 952



Rosalie furrowed her brows. She pondered for a moment before saying, "I can't decide for you. It's not wrong of you to take revenge. If you're going to torture him, can I head up first? I don't want to see you do it."

The image was too gory and Rosalie was worried she might have nightmares.

Vincent turned around and realized that Rosalie's face had turned pale.

She was frightened indeed. She was a proper lady, unlike him who had seen it all. Of course she would be frightened.

Rosalie was a clean sheet of paper, while his hands were all covered with blood.

"Go on upstairs. I'll head up in a while."

Rosalie nodded, then turned to leave the basement.

After she headed upstairs and closed the door, she could hear sounds from the basement.

The man who was being tortured couldn't make a sound. All she could hear were sounds Vincent made, some of which came from the piercing of a knife, or something that was overturned.

Rosalie covered her ears and leaned against the wall.

All sorts of conflicts happen around the world every day. It was hard to determine who was right or wrong in them.

Murder may not necessarily be wrong, while saving someone may not necessarily be right.

If one murdered a vicious and wicked thug, that was akin to public service.

If one saved a vicious and wicked thug, that was akin to freeing a tiger and would only cause harm to more people.

One had to experience much to know that things in this world weren't black and white and nothing was absolute in this world.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

People who insisted on absolute right or wrong would never understand.

After a few minutes, the door opened and Vincent walked out, his knife still covered in blood stains.

He threw the knife into a trash can nearby.

"I killed him. He can go to the underworld and beg Youngie for her forgiveness."

Rosalie looked at Vincent, and didn't see the joy from getting his revenge. Instead, his head was hanging; he looked despondent, as if he had lost his soul.

Suddenly, he collapsed on the floor.

"Vincent." Rosalie crouched down to help him up.

However, Vincent didn't want to get up. He simply lay crumpled on the floor as he chuckled.

"Do you think heaven exists?"

Rosalie nodded. "I do. Be it heaven

or paradise, I believe your sister is in a place with no pain and is surrounded by peace. Those who hurt her will all go to hell and experience eternal torment

"What about me, then? I'll go to hell one day, too."

He lifted his hands. "Even though they deserve death, I'll still go to hell."

Rosalie furrowed her brows. She lifted a hand and gently patted Vincent's shoulder.

"Vincent, I believe that you will one

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day be reunited with your sister. But before that, live well in this life you have. Although you've killed many people, you've also saved many people. If those hooligans hadn't died, they might end up killing more people or doing even more evil."

Vincent laughed.

"You're great at comforting people. Youngie was like that too. She was so very kind and would never hurt anyone. She's the kind of person who would just keep her sorrows to herself. Even after throwing an occasional tantrum with me, she'd still cook for me and make me happy. She was so kind and she couldn't even bear to kill an ant. But why? Why did the heavens treat her like this and make her die in such hopeless torment? Why?"