When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 550 Cut Your FaceThis is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Cecilia saw Jonathan’s small body tied up with ropes, hanging off the bridge, looking like he could fall into the river at any second.

In an instant, she found herself unable to utter a single word.

“Ms. Smith, our client said, if you leave Tudela, we’ll let the child then the boy dies.”

Cecilia didn’t even hesitate. “Fine, I’ll leave. Just let him go.”

go. But if you insist on staying,

Scarface, however, didn’t release Jonathan. Instead, following Cassandra’s instructions, he added, “I don’t believe you.

As Cecilia rushed toward the river in her car, she asked, “Then what do you want me to do?”

“Do you have a knife on you?”

Cecilia looked around. “No.”

“Then find something sharp and cut your face.”

Scarface had worked under Queenie for half his life, but this was the first time he used a child to. force a woman to disfigure herself.

Deep down, he sighed heavily.

He had assumed she wouldn’t agree so easily, but in the next moment, he heard a shrick from the other end of the phone line.

Cecilia removed the earring she was wearing and harshly scratched her right cheek, causing blood to pour out profusely.

“I–I’ve done it. Please, let my son go. I’m begging you!”

She didn’t know what kind of grudge these people held against her, but all she cared about now was keeping Jonathan alive.

She didn’t mind disfiguring herself or even giving her life, as long as her son lived.

This was the instinct of a mother. For her child, she feared nothing.

“How do I know you really cut your face? Send me a video.”

Cecilia, still driving, managed to send the video.

When Scarface opened it and saw her resolute actions, he couldn’t help but admire her.

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a vidan to Cherande

Seeing it, Cassandra was overjoyed. “Mom, with a scar like that on her face, how’s she ever going to seduce Nicholas again?”

Queenie glanced at it briefly, her heart tightening for some reason.

Maybe it reminded her of something from her own past.

“Okay, Cassandra, that’s enough. Let’s give her a swift end.”

But Cassandra wasn’t satisfied. “Her left cheek is still fine, isn’t it? Scorpius, make her cut her left. cheek too.”

Scarface felt that Cassandra had been completely spoiled.

He couldn’t bear to see a mother suffer like this again. He glanced around, noticing that help was about to arrive on the bridge to rescue the child.

“No, I can’t. The Sinclair and Rainsworth families are here,” Scarface said.

Cassandra was disappointed.

“Fine then, let the boy die.”

To her, other people’s lives meant nothing. She could end a life with just a command.

Scarface received the order but hesitated.

Jonathan knew these people truly wanted him dead. As the boy hung there, he looked toward Scarface’s hidden position, deciding to give one last attempt.

“Mister, how did you get the scar on your face? It must’ve hurt a lot, right?”

His words hit Scarface right in the heart, and he couldn’t respond to the boy or even look at him.

He was about to order his men to cut the rope when Cecilia’s call came through again.

“I did what you asked. When will you let my son go? Please, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything, just let him go. You must have children too, right? I’m begging you, please…”

Scarface’s resolve began to crumble even more.

Meanwhile, the news was streamed online.

Netizens across the country were watching with bated breath.

A comment read: Who could be so cruel as to do this to a child?

Another read: He’s such a sweet–looking kid. Please don’t let anything happen to him.

One comment read: He’s so cute and calm. He hasn’t even cried.