Twins and Ex-wife
Chapter 1184 Killing Freya to Sacrifice Regina's Dead Spirit

"You don't have to scare me on purpose! I won't fall into your trap!" Preston roared loudly, but his heart was inexplicably a little weak, the man in the wheelchair, his eyes were too deep and had a sharp edge that made him inexplicably chill.

But the thought of having such a big trump card pinched in his hand instantly grounded him again.

"Freya, you don't have much time to think! If you don't come over, I'll cut the rope!"

"Three!"

"No!" Freya was so anxious that she stretched out her hand as hard as she could, trying to grab the rope in Preston's hand, but no matter how hard she stretched her hand, she still couldn't grab the rope. Preston had a creepy grin on his face, the knife in his hand was inching closer to the rope in his hand, his eyes bursting with a sinister fierceness, his hand, if he moved just a little bit more, could completely cut the rope!

"Preston, calm down! I'll go over! I'll go over there! I promise you everything! I only beg you not to hurt Alistair! Don't hurt him!"

"He's just a child who doesn't know anything, and it's me you hate! Drop me to death, kill me with a thousand cuts, whatever you want, come at me!" Seeing that Freya was about to reach the cruise ship he was on, the corners of Preston's lips could not help but curl up in a triumphant manner.

He was a good fighter, ten Freya's might not be his match, now he was so close to her, she couldn't escape him!

He would first kill Alistair, so that Freya would be in pain! Then, he would kill her with a thousand cuts, so that he could pay tribute to the spirit of Regina!

With this thought, Preston's hand suddenly pushed hard, and the knife in his hand, he cut fiercely at the rope.

However, when Preston saw the woman who was rudely pushed out behind Kieran, the knife he wielded could not be cut on the rope.

Gracie.

Preston had never imagined that Gracie would be brought here and fall into the hands of these people!

Kieran's fingers, with one click or another, were tapping on the front of the wheelchair, looking careless to the extreme.

He lifted his face, unperturbed, yet with a breathtakingly powerful pressure.

"Preston, one life for one life. You can kill that boy by all means! If you kill him, I will immediately have this woman killed!"

"Preston, leave me alone! Kill that bastard! Kill Freya! Avenge our Regina! Regina died so horribly! I can't die without avenging her death! Preston, kill them so that our Regina can rest in peace!" Gracie yelled at the top of her lungs, her eyes red.

She had already undergone plastic surgery, although she could not regain her past beauty, her face now still looked aesthetically pleasing, only, her heart was so heavy with hatred that when she opened her mouth, her whole face could not be controlled to take on a creepy and hideous appearance.

"Gracie......" Preston looked at Gracie who had been pushed to the ground in a daze and mumbled.

His eyes, which looked complicated to the extreme, contained bitter love, struggle, and heart-wrenching pain.

"Preston, what are you still dawdling about! Do it now! Do you really want our Regina to die in vain? Kill them! Kill Freya! Only Freya's blood will be able to sacrifice to Regina's spirit! Preston, do it now!" Gracie was so anxious that she wanted to rush to the cruise ship in front of her and cut the rope herself, so that Freya would die, but several bodyguards were holding her in a tight grip, so she couldn't move. "Preston, you can do it." Kieran coolly swept a glance at Alistair who was hanging from the top of the mast, his eyes had a quick flash of pain, but it was only a fleeting moment before he returned to that cold and sullen as ice look.

"Anyway, that child, who is no relation to me, dies, and I don't feel any pain. I also hope that when this woman dies, you will also be painless!"

Kieran lazily raised his eyelids, the murderous aura in his eyes revealed, he turned his face, coolly and lightly swept a glance at Gracie, then, lightly spoke to his men, "How noisy! First, cut off her tongue!" The loss of Regina was painful for Gracie, but she was also afraid of death, especially a miserable death after all the torture.

She subconsciously reached out her hand to cover her mouth and prevent these people from having their way, but before her hand could reach her mouth, a man had a death grip on her wrist.

A sharp pain came and her slender wrist, which had been viciously snapped.

Next, it was her tongue.

Gracie was most afraid of pain, and the pain coming from her wrist instantly caused cold sweat to seep from her forehead, and a face that was even more contorted into a ball. Preston loved Gracie like a demon, she had always been the most noble and holy being in his heart, and he held her like a treasure, how could he not want to see her suffer like this! "Stay away from her!" Preston stepped forward, wishing to immediately take Gracie into his arms and take good care of her.

"Preston, as I said, that child is not important to me, just go ahead and get rid of him!"

Kieran saw that his men had already pinched Gracie's jaw, he spoke indifferently, "Cut it off all at once!"

When he saw Gracie's wrist being twisted, Preston was already so distraught that he almost went crazy.

He loved Regina, but at the end of the day, he still loved her, and in this life, the only person he loved the most was Gracie.

But what Kieran meant was that he was obviously going to chop Gracie's tongue several times.

How could the noble and proud Miss Gracie bear such pain?

"Don't hurt her! Don't you hurt her!" Preston could no longer contain the pain in his heart, and his voice trembled as he roared. "Preston, leave me alone!" Gracie knew that if they missed this great opportunity, they would never be able to avenge Regina in the future.

She was afraid of dying, but she was also unwilling to let Freya suffer just like that.

"Preston, if they want to cut off my tongue, you cut off that bitch Freya's! The two of us, one life for one life, I'm not losing out!"

"No, there's also that sinful child born to Freya and Kieran, one life for me for two of theirs, I have made a fortune!"

"But Gracie ......" Preston's face, with obvious hesitation, obviously, he still could not give up Gracie.

"No buts!" Gracie stubbornly cut Preston's words off, "Preston, don't let me think you're a coward!"

"You are Regina's real father! She has your blood in her body, how can you bear to let our Regina die without peace of mind? Preston, have you forgotten how tragic her death was?!"

"She was covered in blood, there was hardly a piece of good flesh on her body! She was in pain, she was desperate, she was scared! Our Regina died so badly, why should the culprit who killed her, live well!"

Gracie's words caused the scarlet in Preston's eyes to intensify, as if he had gone mad, he spoke word for word, "Freya, that vicious bitch, she must pay the price!"