When Love Comes Late
Chapter 1093

“Stop!” Benny aimed the gun at Matthew’s calf, his voice getting harsh.

“We’re not done talking.

Take one more step, and I’ll shoot on the spot!”

Matthew was set on leaving, not wanting to get tangled up in anything pointless.

Ignoring Benny’s warning, he kept moving forward without a backward glance.

“Matthew Clark!” Benny shouted, his voice thick with anger.

Holding a pistol, his face showed a mix of emotions.

The gun was loaded, and Matthew was in his sights.

A simple pull of the trigger could end Matthew’s life, settling his deep hatred.

But looking at Matthew’s face, which looked a bit like his own, made him hesitate.

“Stop, Matthew!” Benny’s voice wavered.

“Don’t make me do this!”

He shut his eyes briefly, then looked at Matthew again, unable to mask the coldness and anger in his eyes.

Aiming the gun, he fired.

The gunshot echoed, mixed with the sharp smell of gunpowder.

Matthew reacted fast, dodging to the side, but the bullet still nicked his thigh.

He stumbled, falling to one knee, his face twisted in pain.

Looking at the hole in his pant from the bullet, Matthew struggled to get up, his voice heavy with emotion.

“Killing me now won’t change anything.

”

Benny observed the blood pouring from Matthew’s thigh and a faint, icy smirk crossed his face.

He put away his gun.

“I could have let you bleed out here, but I don’t stoop to that level.

I want you to see everything you value crumble.

I want you to feel the agony I’ve endured for years.

”

He had no intention of letting Matthew die quickly.

After all, death was a w

ay out, but only the living would suffer.

Benny desired for Matthew to fully endure his torment.

That way, he could strike Matthew down when it hurt the most.

Matthew’s hand clutched his thigh a bit tighter, and he cautioned, “Benny, there’s still time to stop this.

If you hurt others, I’ll make sure you regret it.

”

Benny’s smile was enigmatic as he turned around.

His voice was cold as ever.

“I’m looking forward to our next meeting, my dear brother.

”

At Prosper Bay, it was two in the morning.

Stella was restless, pacing in her living room, glancing at the clock repeatedly.

Matthew usually would have been back by now, and if he was going to be late, he’d always let her know ahead of time.