The Three Little Guardian Angels Chapter 1139

“You’re my mother who gave birth to me and brought me up, so I can’t do anything to you. As for my life,
all I can do is return it to you.”

Yorrick’s eyes were stale. “Mom, out of 37 years of my life. I lived 25 of them under your control. I’ve
never hated you because you genuinely love me, but I can’t handle your love anymore. Sharon was
innocent. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have fallen for her.

“Xyla is innocent. It was my fault for getting close to her. But what did you do? If I destroy myself, will you
stop?’

“Yorrick… put the gun down. Listen, son, you’re my life. I can’t live without you-‘Yuna shook her head
violently. She had never felt suffocated like this. Her son was

holding a gun to his own head and threatening her with his own life.

Yorrick was quiet. He cocked the gun and was going to pull the trigger.

“No!” Yuna’s heart almost jumped out of her throat. “I’ll let you go, alright? I’ll let you go!” she screamed.

Yorrick put down the gun, picked up his suit and rushed out after pushing the men aside.

Yuna fell onto the couch and took deep breaths while her hand was shaking. She only had one child and
could not imagine her life without him.

Yorrick sped down the freeway, his jaw clenched while he accelerated.



The car reached a dilapidated house in the outskirts, somewhere very quiet. A metal door stood closed,
and there was only a window with metal bars on the outside.

Two cars were parked outside. He recognized one of the cars with a 97 on the license plate as Mandy’s
car.

He rushed out of his car with the gun in hand. Two men walked out, and he raised it but realized that the
two men fired at him simultaneously.



Two gunshots shocked the men inside, and they ran out. Yorrick covered the first man’s head with his
suit and kicked him in the chest.

Yorrick’s eyes were fiery A man rushed toward him with a knife in hand. He evaded it but the knife
grazed him. He bent the man’s arm, and the knife fell to the ground.

Another man rushed toward him with a bat that swung only an inch away from Yorrick’s head. He bent
backward and smoothly drew the gun and fired. He had an air gun that wouldn’t kill a person, but it would
hurt them a lot.

A few men took turns attacking him, but they weren’t fast enough for him. Soon, all of them were on the
ground.

Yorrick kicked open the door and walked into the house. His chest heaved when he saw what was inside,
while his face twisted and his eyes were bloodshot.

There was blood on the floor along with Xyla’s torn-up clothes. The gun he was holding the gun with
shook violently while he stood on the spot.



He slowly walked toward another door that was barely closed. He raised his hand but didn’t have the
courage to open the door-his eyes were dead. He felt as if his soul had left his body, and he was numb.

He finally pushed the door open. The naked body of a woman who had drowned in the pool was still.
She had multiple stab wounds, and blood dyed the water red like ink.

Yorrick stopped breathing, and his heart was thumping against his chest when he almost lost his footing.

Suddenly, he felt a blow from behind.

Yorrick collapsed on the floor, his eyes fixed on the pool as they slowly blurred.

He suddenly remembered the cold, rainy night when he saw Sharon’s body, and that broke his heart into
pieces. His heart, which had finally been healed, was shattered once again.


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