I Think My Daughter Has Regressed (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 96
Everything was chaos.
Whether it was aimed at Ariel’s neck or not, the arrow narrowly grazed past and embedded itself into her forearm.
The maids and servants who witnessed it all couldn’t even scream—their eyes were filled with a sight they shouldn’t have seen.
They should have rushed forward immediately to protect Ariel, yet everyone merely stared at the Duchess in disbelief, unable to accept that an arrow had been shot at her.
Ariel’s body wobbled and tilted sideways.
Yet she didn’t collapse. Without even glancing at the arrow stuck in her arm, she took another step forward. Only one word escaped her lips.
“Lucy.”
Her softly murmured voice was too faint for them to hear—yet somehow, everyone present heard it clearly.
The hem of her dress fluttered in the wind as it disappeared among the bushes.
Her retreating back grew smaller and smaller, still moving in search of her child. With every limping step, Ariel’s desperate cry for Lucy pierced their ears.
Ping—!
The sound drove a final nail into Ariel’s steps.
Another arrow sliced through the air and struck her in the back. Immediately, everyone surged forward, and the nobles’ urgent shouts for knights echoed around.
Knights who had grasped the situation from afar were now charging madly toward her, yet Ariel’s eyes remained fixed solely on the forest ahead.
“…Lucy?”
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
Was that the plan? Convince that moron yo lure her into the forest and then kill them both at the spot of their “tryst”?
This will never fail to infuriate me, not least because it’s still about in various forms.
When you decided your property didn’t need any information or even reassurance because a trophy is only meant to be displayed, nothing more?