Chapter 722 The Chaotic Situation (27) Only Alaric Was Left

Cassius's voice seemed to make Alaric tremble.

Or maybe, it was just an illusion.

After Cassius left, Alaric squatted down.

He squatted down and carried Francis's mangled body on his back.

When they were kids, Francis always liked to cling to him. They didn't grow up together, so Alaric didn't have deep feelings for Francis. But for some reason, Francis naturally loved to stay by his side. Whenever he appeared, Francis would cling to him and not let go. For a long time, Alaric didn't want to get entangled with Francis, so he agreed to all of Francis's requests. Eventually, he got used to his demands.

Alaric got used to it and always carried him around the house.

"Francis," Alaric's voice was hoarse.

Francis leaned on Alaric's back.

"I'll carry you around," Alaric's voice was so low it trailed off.

The last time Alaric carried Francis was when Francis was 12 years old.

After that, no matter how much Francis begged, he never carried him again.

His reason was that Francis had grown up.

Every time he refused, he could see the disappointment in Francis's eyes, but he never changed his mind.

He always thought Francis was just throwing a tantrum.

Sometimes, to impress him, Francis would do some irrational things.

Only now did Alaric realize that Francis was just reluctant to part with him.

Just like now, because he didn't want Francis to die, he carried him and wouldn't let go.

Alaric carried Francis out of the villa.

Outside the villa, the sunlight was intense.

But Francis could no longer see it.

Cassius was in the villa's hall.

The Royal Family of Whitaker's army was also in the villa's hall.

The fallen soldiers of the Hotchner family, whether dead or alive, were being cleared by the Royal Family of Whitaker's army.

Many of the Hotchner family soldiers had fled.

But they no longer posed any threat.

Cassius's steps were actually very heavy.

He wondered what he would do if he saw the bodies of Cecilia and Dashiell.

Would he hide their bodies so Alaric would never see them?

He suppressed his emotions and walked deeper step by step.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar person.

He saw Augustus lying on the ground.

Augustus had been shot several times and was clearly dead.

Cassius suppressed the pain in his heart.

He wondered, if Augustus was dead, could Cecilia still be alive?

"Dashiell!" Cassius decided not to search anymore.

He started to shout.

He was really afraid of seeing the bodies of Cecilia and Dashiell.

He really didn't want to see their bodies!

"Dashiell!" Cassius shouted in the villa.

The Royal Family of Whitaker's soldiers were shocked by Cassius's appearance.

But no one dared to react; they all continued their tasks in an orderly manner.

"Dashiell, I want you to respond to me..." Cassius's eyes were a bit red.

Dashiell must be dead.

Dashiell was the one who disliked jokes the most.

He definitely wouldn't deliberately not respond to him.

Cassius squatted on the ground.

He wasn't as calm as Alaric.

His heart had already collapsed.

For the first time, he realized that death could really destroy a person's sanity.

Cassius covered his face, and tears flowed into his palms.

So fragile!

Cassius cursed himself.

He had experienced death before; growing up in the training base, he didn't know how many times he had been on the brink of death.

Now, what couldn't he face?

"Cassius." Suddenly, someone called him.

Cassius thought he was hallucinating.

His body trembled.

He didn't move.

"Cassius." It was that weak, familiar voice again.

Cassius didn't hesitate for a second and turned around sharply.

When he turned around, he saw Dashiell, covered in blood, standing behind him.

"You're not dead!" Cassius was overjoyed.

His words made Dashiell feel like it was a mistake that he wasn't dead.

Dashiell nodded.

Yes.

After the explosion, Dashiell had been unconscious for a while, but ultimately didn't die.

He heard someone calling him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Cassius sitting there, looking disheveled in front of so many Royal Family of Whitaker soldiers.

"Where's Cecilia?" Cassius asked.

If Dashiell wasn't dead, maybe Cecilia wasn't dead either.

Dashiell turned to look at the place where Cecilia had been hiding.

There.

It was the least damaged part of the villa.

Francis had really tried to avoid harming Cecilia.

So Cecilia should also be alive.

Cassius followed Dashiell's direction and quickly ran over.

He did see Cecilia sitting in the corner, her head buried between her legs.

There was a lot of blood under Cecilia, but she seemed to be alive.

"Cecilia?" Cassius called her softly, afraid of startling her.

Cecilia's body moved slightly.

She lifted her head, slowly lifting her head.

At that moment.

Cassius cried.

Luckily, Cecilia wasn't dead.

Cecilia wasn't dead.

So Alaric wouldn't die either.

Cassius inexplicably cried like a child.

Cecilia just looked at Cassius and said, "Has Alaric come?"

Cassius wiped his tears and quickly nodded.

"Where is he?" Cecilia asked.

Cassius was slightly stunned.

At that moment, Cassius didn't know how to answer. Alaric was with Francis, and Francis was dead.

Cecilia's eyes moved slightly. "Is Francis dead?"

Cassius was silent.

His silence was an admission.

Tears still flowed from Cecilia's eyes.

The Francis that the entire Royal Family of Whitaker wanted to protect was dead in the end.

"Don't worry about them now. I'll take you away," Cassius said, picking up Cecilia.

Cecilia didn't refuse.

She thought, she couldn't help with anything here.

Or maybe Alaric didn't want to see her at this moment.

After all, Francis died because of her.

This guilt might never be compensated for in her lifetime.

Cassius carried Cecilia out of the villa.

Dashiell didn't follow.

Cassius was sure Dashiell wouldn't die, so he didn't force him to get treatment.

Now, Alaric also needed someone to watch over him.

Dashiell walked with difficulty to a hidden corner outside the villa.

He thought, Alaric must be here.

Sure enough, Alaric was there.

At the place where Terrence and Maeve were buried.

There were no bodies in that grave.

Now that Francis was here, there was finally a body.

Dashiell squatted down, "Alaric."

Alaric's body moved for a second.

He still kept his head down, digging the soil with his hands.

Now Alaric's fingers were covered in mud and blood.

"Cecilia is still alive," Dashiell said.

Alaric's throat moved slightly, with some suppressed emotions that he still couldn't hide.

"I'll help you," Dashiell said, squatting down to help Alaric dig the soil.

They were going to bury Francis here.

From now on.

Reunited with Terrence and Maeve.

From now on.

The original family of four.

Would really only have Alaric left.

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