Chapter 467 Kimberly Was dead
Jenny was totally freaked out by the scene and rushed forward. "Mrs. Flores!"
She called out a bunch of times, but got nothing. Gathering her nerve, she checked for breath and found Kimberly was still alive.
"Mrs. Flores," Jenny tried again.
This time, Kimberly finally stirred. She struggled to open her eyes and when she saw Jenny, she tried to say something but couldn't.
"Mrs. Flores." Jenny grabbed her hand. "Was it Maggie?"
Kimberly weakly nodded, clutching Jenny's clothes and gasping, "Jenny, save me."
"Mrs. Flores, hang in there. I'll call an ambulance right now." Jenny laid her flat, pulled out her phone, and started dialing. But when she punched in 911, she hesitated and didn't hit call.
Looking at Kimberly, another thought crossed Jenny's mind. 'Why should I save her? Maggie did this. If Kimberly dies, Maggie's a murderer, and no one will compete with me for Fiorello.'
There were no cameras in the bathroom. With that in mind, Jenny dropped her act, stood up, and took a step back. "Mrs. Flores, I'm sorry, I can't save you. Just stay here and die slowly. When you die, remember, it was Maggie who killed you. Rest in peace; your death won't be in vain. The cops will arrest Maggie and avenge you."
Hearing this, Kimberly suddenly had a bit of fight left. She looked at Jenny in shock and disbelief, reaching out to grab her hand. "Why? I love you so much, Jenny, save me."
Jenny stared at her with a sinister smile. "You old hag, you're useless now. Your life is your final value. You still want me to marry Gregory? Dream on. I was born noble and will never marry a bastard. You don't love me; you just want to use me to get rid of Maggie. As long as you die, Maggie and Fiorello are doomed too. Old hag, this was your plan from the start, so just die."
"Jenny." Kimberly couldn't believe the Jenny she loved was like this. She struggled to move, grabbing Jenny's clothes. "What's wrong with you? Call an ambulance, I don't want to die."
Jenny looked coldly at her, squatted down, and sneered, "Let me spell it out for you. From the beginning, I approached you on purpose. The photos your private detective took were all set up by me. Maggie never cheated on Fiorello. But don't blame me; it was you who didn't believe it. What a pity, it was a boy. Thanks for helping me remove an obstacle."
"What?" Kimberly stared at Jenny in shock, gripping her pants tightly. "It was you, you planned everything. You are so cruel."
"I'm not as cruel as you. You were the one who drugged Maggie, not me."
Jenny smiled triumphantly. Seeing that Kimberly was still not dead and worried her driver might come, she noticed the fruit knife on the ground. She wrapped the handle with a tissue, and with force, pressed it into Kimberly's original wound. The knife went straight into her body.
Kimberly spat blood, on the brink of death, staring in pain and hatred. Even in death, she never thought she would be killed by the beloved Jenny.
"Mrs. Flores, rest in peace. Your death will serve the greatest value." Jenny viciously stabbed the knife into Kimberly's body.
The tissue wrapped around the handle wouldn't leave fingerprints on the knife. When the police investigated, they would only find Maggie's fingerprints.
As Kimberly took her last breath, she died with her eyes open. Jenny, feeling uneasy and scared, closed Kimberly's eyes with her hand, then ran out shouting, "Help! Someone's dead."
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