Chapter 1513
Chapter 1513: In the middle of 679 stones, fire and light, this body is sent_1 Chapter 1513: In the middle of 679 stones, fire and light, this body is sent_1 Alora Hart’s severe coughing broke the silence.
As she coughed, she began to realize something was amiss.
Alora Hart leapt towards Aubree Groove, aiming to snatch the remote control from the hand resting at her side.
Aubree Groove, with Anton Cook by her side, swiftly moved, just barely brushing past Alora Hart’s clutching hand.
Although caught by surprise, Anton Cook was already pushed away by Aubree Groove who stepped in front of Alora Hart.
Alora Hart collapsed down, looking up at Aubree Groove with a cold sneer.
“Even God is on your side.”
“But…” Alora Hart gave a sinister smirk.
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Suddenly, she raised her hand towards her neck, and between her fingers shone a knife’s blade.
She was willing to die just to take Aubree Groove down with her.
Insane.
But Aubree Groove was faster.
Like a lightning bolt, she seized Alora Hart’s thin wrist.
This time, there was no mercy, with a “snap” sound, Alora’s wrist broke and the knife fell to the ground.
Alora Hart’s face turned pale, her lips trembled fiercely with pain.
“Alora Hart.” Aubree Groove’s calm voice was finally stirred with anger.
“You are completely unreasonable.”
“Hahaha …” Alora Hart’s laughter was filled with tragic numbness.
“How would you understand my pain?
Kill me, just kill me.
I won’t live much longer anyway.”
Aubree Groove shook her head: “You always blame others, but your current predicament is of your own making.
Nobody owes you anything in this world.
You only owe it to yourself.”
Aubree Groove really didn’t want to deal with her anymore; this woman was beyond redemption.
However, seeing her kneeling on the ground, looking so desolate and miserable, she could not harden her heart.
“Why did you develop a terminal illness?” Aubree Groove asked.
“You must feel that God is being unfair to you.
You fear death and harbour resentment towards life’s injustices, which have driven you down an irreversible path.”
Alora Hart was stunned into silence.
“Fear breeds resentment, and stubbornness engenders conflict.
Obligations remain unfulfilled and retribution is relentless.
Ignoring morality and the consequences of one’s actions, what you are experiencing is simply karma biting back.”
“In terms of the fourfold gratitude, the first is the gratitude owed to your parents.
This is a debt of gratitude that cannot be repaid in a lifetime.
Madam Groove’s sixteen years of raising you, Verine Hayes’ motherly grace, and Digby Hart, your own father, donated his kidney to you – you should repay them with a lifetime of gratitude.
None of these people owe you anything, yet what did you do to them?”
“Heaven watches our every move, Alora Hart.
Your resentment towards the injustices of time is merely a convenient excuse to justify your cowardice and cruelty.
The truth is, you are an utterly cold-hearted and selfish person.”
“Do you know how many people out there can’t afford healthcare, let alone a kidney transplant?
You were, in fact, very fortunate.
When you were diagnosed with a terminal illness, Digby Hart was by your side.
You didn’t need to worry about the exorbitant transplant costs or the availability of a kidney donor.
The surgeon who presented the knife was an expert your father had hired from abroad.
Your operation was successful, and your father paid the high maintenance costs to ensure you can recover without any worries.
Under such circumstances, you could live until your grandson goes to school, and if you’re lucky, see your grandson get married and have children.
But what did you do?”
After recovering from the illness, Alora Hart set foot on the path of self-destruction, ultimately triggering a relapse.
Alora Hart sat on the floor in a daze, as if her soul had been forcibly ripped away.
Aubree Groove squatted down opposite her: “You said you lived in my shadow, but if you step out, you’ll be bathed in sunlight.
All along, it’s been you confining yourself, refusing to venture out.”
Aubree Groove opened her palm.
Through the window shone a beam of sunlight, making the dust particles dance within.
“Why fight over trivial matters when life is but an ephemeral spark in the stone?”
“Life is short, it should be lived with more meaning, not wasted on such trivial matters.”
Aubree Groove didn’t expect a few words to convert someone who had lost all reason.
Human nature is profoundly complex and multi-faceted.
The evil that sprouted within Virginia Frost was shaped by a wretched childhood, which twisted her personality due to the pressure of her circumstances.
As for Alora Hart, she was simply driven by the progressive indulgence of her desires and greed, distorting her true nature.
Aubree Groove noticed her stagnating, and her eyes fell onto the poison canister on Alora’s chest.
The canister was most likely connected to her heart via a chip in her back.
If the chip detected the absence of a heartbeat, it would trigger the detonator.
Such a vicious design.
Aubree Groove held onto Alora Hart’s right wrist and pondered: “You’re not going to die.”
Taken aback, Alora Hart echoed: “I’m not going to die?”
“Do you believe me?” Aubree Groove’s gaze remained calm and deep.
Alora Hart shook her head, “Why did you save me?””Because you are Digby Hart’s biological daughter, and Digby Hart is my big brother.”This is the only answer that Alora Hart could accept.
Alora Hart thought she knew Aubree Groove well enough, but little did she know, Aubree Groove knew her even better.
This time, for once, the person wasn’t standing on a moral pedestal criticizing her, and this eradicated some of the cruelty Alora had in her heart.
“This is already the seventh time you’ve spared me.
Do you think I’ll be grateful?
Never.”
“Speak less, keep your emotions steady.
I’ll remove this thing from you.”
“It’s impossible.
It will explode as soon as it leaves my body.” The emotions subsided, and fear finally manifested itself on Alora Hart’s face.
Aubree Groove calmly asked, “Are there two wires connected to the chip in your chest from the back of it?”
Alora Hart nodded, “One red and one green.”
“Those are the leads.
One is for output, the other for input.
Data is transmitted through the output terminal, only by cutting it off can the data be terminated and you can be safe.”
Aubree Groove’s calm voice gradually reassured Alora Hart.
“But which one is the output wire?”
Aubree Groove shook her head, “I don’t know.”
Alora Hart turned deathly pale.
Aubree Groove looked at her seriously, “There’s only a fifty percent chance.
Are you willing to take that risk with me?”
Alora Hart looked worse than crying, but all of this was of her making.
What else could she say?
She nodded, “Alright.”
Her finger trembling as she grabbed the green wire, “Red light stop, green light go.
Let’s do it.”
Alora Hart gritted her teeth but still couldn’t take action.
Her previous determination had already gone out the window.
The fear of death terrified her.
She looked up at Aubree Groove, “I want to ask you one final question.”
“What do you want to ask?”
“Do you hate me?”
This question was akin to one asking the other: do you love me?
It held the same profundity.
Without any hesitation, Aubree Groove shook her head gently.
Her deep black eyes were tranquil and aloof, “When a resentment arises, a million barriers open.
I am a practitioner, how can I harbor resentment?”
Alora Hart smiled, “I understand.”
Suddenly, she spoke to Anton Cook standing at her side, “You should take her away.”
When Anton Cook tried to grab Aubree Groove, she declined, and stood before Alora Hart, her shadow fully enveloping Alora Hart.
“Your journey in life has a long way to go, you need to walk out of my shadow by yourself.”
Alora Hart looked at her deeply.
This was the first time she had seriously considered the young lady before her.
“I have always seen you as my enemy, but I have never really understood you.
If there’s a chance in the future, can I train with you?”
She didn’t understand life at all.
Perhaps only this person who she detested the most could teach her what it means to live a truly valuable life.
Without waiting for Aubree Groove’s answer, Alora Hart lowered her head, quickly grabbed the red wire and pulled…
Aubree Groove closed her eyes, her hand enveloped in a warm, large palm.
At that moment, a strange feeling welled up in her heart.
She opened her eyes, turned her head to look at the young man next to her.
The man had a pair of deep, black eyes, like a star hung in the sky alone, solitary and shining.
At that moment, those eyes were filled with serene warmth, and she saw the bright sunshine and blooming flowers in them.
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