Choose a Grave for You

Lauren concentrated, driving while anxiously asking, "Valentina, how is Mr. Babbitt?" Valentina quickly cut the rope binding Tim's wrist. Calmly, she replied, "Minor external wound. He won't die." She inspected Tim's burning forehead, then looked at his inflamed and festering wounds. She then cast her gaze at Lydia sitting in the last row, a fleeting flash of killing intent in her sinister eyes. Tim, in a hazy state, smiled with a touch of bitterness upon hearing Valentina's understatement and strained to say, "I think it's quite severe." Lydia, who was thrown harshly into the car, struggled to rise. Her gun fell out when Tim knocked her down to save her. Hence, she took off the whip wrapped around her waist, gripping it as a threat in her hand, "Who are you? Let me off the car!" The cold barrel of a gun was pressed to her forehead. Lydia locked eyes with Valentina's icy stare. The sound of a bullet being chambered rang out, accompanied by Valentina's cold warning, "If you want to live