Chapter 1155: The Temperature of Blood_1

However, Merlin Edvin's footsteps did not stop.

He walked step by step closer to Milo Edvin, until the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his chest.

"Shoot then," a black flame burned in his eyes, "didn't you want Hannah Clegg to kill me? Now there's no need; you can shoot me yourself."

For the first time, Milo Edvin showed a fleeting look of fear.

"Merlin, you're my brother." Although he did not lower his gun, he suddenly showed a pained expression, "Even though I forced Hannah to kill you, I knew she would never actually do it. Merlin, I just wanted to imprint her with a mark… You know, even if I really married her, I'd let you be with her. Since we were young, we shared everything, interests, wealth, and honors. Why should we part ways now?"

"Then, you can fulfill that wish now," Merlin swiftly grabbed the barrel of the gun and, in a sudden move, raised the hand that had been hanging down, pointing the gun at Milo's head, "You can die with me!"