From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables-Chapter 841 - 417 The Other Shore_2

Chapter 841: 417 The Other Shore_2

The young lady held a flower and smiled, like a wisp of delicate mist. The skirt of her white dress traced a graceful arc in the air as she fell from the bridge.

Drip. Drip. The dagger dripped blood onto Virginia Frost’s palm. Blood was warm, carrying a pungent odor along with a faint, solemn fragrance of sandalwood.

“Ah…” Virginia Frost screamed, dropping the dagger, and rushed to the edge of the bridge to grab hold of Aubree Groove.

But someone beat her to it, stretching out his hand with a ‘whoosh’, as if a knife was lightly slicing the air.

“No…” The young man only managed to grab a fragment of the skirt. As it tore off, he watched helplessly as the young lady fell. The river waiting behind was like a wild beast’s enormous mouth, ready to swallow her whole.

In her descent, the girl’s features became gradually obscured, but she must have been smiling.

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There was no resentment or hatred.

The young man didn’t hesitate for a second. He straddled the railing with his long legs, and jumped off the bridge with abandon.

Virginia Frost reacted, yelling in panic, “Edward…!” and was about to jump after him.

‘Splash!’ Two muffled sound echoed, as if two heavy hammers were mercilessly beating on Virginia Frost’s heart.

Belen Philbert hurried over to hold her back, “Madam, don’t jump. The young master can swim. He’ll be alright.”

However, Virginia Frost, driven to madness, bellowed, “This is the Bridoria River! The water is too deep, too freezing. He could freeze to death!”

“Why was he so foolish, why was he so foolish…”

Virginia Frost beat her own chest, “Edward, mother was wrong. She shouldn’t have let her hatred blind her, time and again hurting you and the ones you love. If you’re okay, I promise I will stop. No more innocent lives will be harmed. Will you listen to your mother?”

“Where’s Aubree Groove, Virginia Frost?” Agave Rinto charged over, asking coldly.

Agave Rinto glanced at the whirlpool beneath the bridge, took off his coat, and prepared to jump without a second thought.

Silvia Hayes rushed over to hold him back, “Cousin, have you lost your mind? This is Bridoria River. You’ll die if you jump into its freezing waters!”

Agave Rinto coldly shook off her hand, took one last glance at Virginia Frost, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

“If anything happens to Aubree Groove, I’ll make sure you and your son join her. Agave Rinto never goes back on his words.”

As soon as his words were spoken, he valiantly dove down.

“Cousin!” Silvia Hayes shrieked from the bridge, her eyes glinting with a chilling sharpness.

So Aubree Groove was still alive, but after being stabbed by Virginia Frost and jumping into the icy cold river, she seemed not too far from death.

Virginia Frost shut her eyes in agony.

“Contact the rescue team, mobilize all forces, we must find them.”

“Yes.” Bartlett Parker quickly moved aside to make phone calls one after another.

Lying unnoticed on the bridge, a mobile phone silently captured everything, broadcasting the scene live to millions of spectators nationwide.

Beatrice Gray was hiding under the bridge, her body frozen stiff. The hand holding her mobile phone had already lost sensation.

She was trembling, unsure if it was from the cold or excitement. Yes, excitement. She was going viral. She had stumbled upon a crucial drama unfolding, an extraordinary event seen by only a few. It would be an absolute injustice if she didn’t become famous from this.

As expected, the live room’s popularity set a new record on the platform. People were not just shocked by Aubree Groove’s resurrection, but also by how she used her death to fulfill others’ hatred. What kind of noble virtue was this?

A fragile woman who can have such magnanimity is indeed remarkable.

People watched as she smiled while delivering herself to the blade that would eventually take her life, facing the villain who repeatedly endangered her life without resentment or regrets. Describing her as the saintly mother of modern society seemed a blasphemy.

It was true compassion and mercy, just as the Buddha once fed himself to a tiger and cut his flesh to feed a hawk, now Aubree Groove responded to grudges with kindness and saved others with her sacrifice.

‘If I don’t descend to Hell, who will?’

Human suffering, impermanence, desire, delusion, ignorance, anger, countless sufferings, countless living beings, always seeking but never finding, spending their lives struggling in desire and attachments, unable to find their way to the true path.

In the vast ocean of suffering, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared.

She had the resolution to leave this world and the compassion to hold onto it. Some say, what is compassion?

It’s a mother’s selfless love for her child, soft lingering affection, indefatigable tolerance. It’s the hidden pain in the heart, an inability to bear the suffering of the world, yet possessing both the ability and determination to relieve them of their sufferings.

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From now on, any suspicion towards her would be blasphemous to Buddhism.