The Born Winner (Jack and Katherine)

Chapter 263 Don't Cry, the Crown Will Fall

At this moment, time seemed to have slowed down.

Jack Hughes felt dizzy as if the soul was out of the body at a point, and his chest cavity was pressured.

His feet were weak, and each foot seemed to have to lift a thousand pounds. He was staggering

towards the stage.

The sudden huge change.

Caused the entire Four Impressions Club to turn into a mess.

Everyone on the scene was in a panic.

Layers of security, and who would have thought that the killer was the "protagonist" of the wedding

today.

"Haha…Hahaha…"

Samuel Jour let go of Sophie Burton. He was holding the blood-stained dagger, staggering back, as if

he was crazy, and his face was mixed with blood and tears, "Gone, everything is gone. Even if I die, I

also want someone to suffer with me."

“The Jour family…I'm coming!"

Bang!

Brent came over immediately and kicked Samuel in the abdomen.

Instantly, he grabbed the dagger with his hand and held Samuel down fiercely on the stage.

At this moment.

Amber Knight, Steve Knight, Mr. Ward, and others gathered around Sophie who had fallen in a pool of

blood.

Patrick Hughes's face was pale, and his eyes were empty as he squatted on the ground and took

Sophie into his arms.

The superior head of the Hughes family, the Hughes family's leader who overwhelmed the world, was

now full of tears.

"So…Sophie…"

Patrick's voice trembled terribly. His right hand shook and covered Sophie's heart but still could not

stop the blood flowing out.

"Take care of…Jack."

Sophie gaze was slacking, and her pale face was facing Patrick, a sorrow smile, "A family reunion, the

happiness. I waited for more than twenty years but did not expect it to be, so…short."

Sophie's breath was frail that her voice trembled and paused as if saying each word would have to use

all the strength.

Patrick's body trembled, tears welled up in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth revealed a gentle

smile.

It was so gentle that no one had ever seen it before.

"Alright, I'll listen to you."

"Sophie…"

Amber's eyes were full of tears. She squatted down and grabbed Sophie's hand.

"Silly child, still calling me Sophie?" Sophie said with a smile.

Amber red lips were hesitating, trembling and said, "Mom…"

The people around were sorrow, and their eyes were full red.

Mr. Ward, Brent and Daisy Hill, could not help but shed tears.

Finally, Jack walked onto the stage.

He pounced towards Sophie, and with almost brutal action, he took his mother from Patrick's arms into

his arms and even pushed Amber to the ground.

"Mom… it's alright, it's alright. You'll be fine…"

Jack looked terrified, gritted his teeth and picked up Sophie, "I'll take you to the hospital. It's going to be

alright, it's going to be alright …"

"Jack, it's useless…"

Sophie's pale face was full of discouragement and sadness, "I'm sorry. Mom cannot accompany you

anymore and bring up my grandchildren in the future."

Samuel's dagger went straight to the heart. Apparently, he was trying to kill her at a single blow.

Sophie could feel that her life was fading fast.

"It's alright, it's going to be alright. I, I'll take you to the hospital right away, and you will be saved." Jack

looked like he was crazy, and forcibly embracing Sophie, while shouting, "Brent, go drive the car.

Quick!"

Perhaps the action was too rash and it caused Sophie to frown in pain. She gasped in shock.

"Jack, put your mother down!"

Patrick's eyes were full of tears, and his eyes looked at Jack angrily, "You're hurting her!"

"I, I want to save my mother, I want to save my mother …"

Jack paid no attention, and tears in his eyes were like rain falling, "It's alright, my mom will be alright."

At this moment, his chest seemed to be blocked with boulders, depressed to the extreme.

Self-blame, guilt, and reluctance were all tangled together, filling his chest cavity.

He fought his way back.

What he wanted…was not this result!

In his mind, the images of his mother for over twenty years kept surfacing.

He remembered that his mother draped the thickest clothes in the house over him during the cold

winter. Even she had to freeze herself, she would go out to collect garbage to feed him.

He remembered that his mother smiled and brought a bowl of steaming dumplings to him during New

Year's Eve. That was the only bowl of dumplings the family had for New Year's Eve, and she tricked

him into eating them all.

He remembered that when people called him a bastard, his mother used her frail body to stand in front

of him and yell at them.

He remembered that his mother had to work several jobs every day. Bruises were all over her hands,

but she would still sew fabrics for others at night by candlelight to earn money to support him.

…

Every scene, a glimpse of images, was flashing back.

Living together with her mother for more than twenty years, she had suffered too much.

So, he worked hard just to allow his mother to live a happy life.

But three years after the marriage, his mother's years of accumulated fatigue erupted. While having her

body collapsing, she would also accompany him and suppress their anger in front of the Parry family.

It was not easy as the situation turned better, and after surviving the nightmare of more than twenty

years, he was finally able to let his mother live a life of well-being and prosperity. Also, he was able to

let her see him married a nice person.

But…why was this happening?

He worked very hard to climb up the ladder, just to give his mother more and to bring her back to the

Hughes family, surrounded by glory.

But, by now, he had not even had the opportunity to wash his mother's feet once.

"It will be alright. I can save you, your son can save you…"

Jack's vision was blurred by tears as if he was obsessively murmuring. Vaguely, he saw movement in

his mother's throat.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and spurted on Jack's face.

This scene made Jack froze.

The crowd was also shocked.

"Jack, put down your mother!"

Slap!

Like a raging lion, Patrick slapped Jack's face fiercely.

This slap, as if it had the force of a thousand pounds, caused Jack to kneel on the ground.

"Mom…"

Jack ignored his face full of blood and howled.

The cry was heartbreaking.

The crowd followed to cry as they heard him crying.

But everyone was clear about this stab, and no one could save Sophie.

Even Director Lansing of LJ Hospital was on the scene and was also standing beside. He gloomily

shook his head.

"Jack…"

Sophie, who was almost dying, kept dilating her pupils; her mouth opened wide, and she was catching

her breath with great effort.

However, her right hand slowly lifted and gently wiped the tears at the corner of Jack's eyes.

"Jack, don't cry… don't cry…the crown will fall…"

Jack's lips trembled, his throat was distressed, and when he was about to make a sound in a struggle.

Time seemed to freeze.

He clearly felt that his mother's right hand, which wiped the corners of his eyes, slowly dropped down.

Bang!

The hand fell into a pool of blood, like a thunderous explosion.

Then, Sophie's eyes slowly closed…

"Mom …" Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Jack froze. The tears that had just been wiped away, once again bursting out, and he shouted in

disorientation, "I, I don't want the crown…I, I want my mom!"