Father-daughter reconciliation

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Fortunately, Ethan had responded in time, and the bullet that should have hit Arnold Falcone in the chest hit him in the arm.

Now, Arnold had lost his demeanor. He leaned against the wall with a pale face. There was a large wound on his arm; blood was gushing out, and the bullet hit one of his arteries.

Catherine had long forgotten the quarrel with her father, and at this moment, she was trying her best to stop the blood that was still gushing from her father's arm.

Her beautiful face was stained with blood, and Falcone's men were helping Catherine.

Although they had worked very hard, his face was still getting paler.

"Don't worry, Catherine; the ending is already here," Arnold Falcone said softly.

"No! It's not here!" Catherine was crying. She was already grabbing her clothes with trembling hands and pressing the wound on Arnold Falcone's arm.

"Catherine, I have always felt sorry for you and your mother." Arnold Falcone seemed to feel that his time was running out, so he began to tell Catherine the truth.

"What are you talking about?" Catherine seemed to realize something, and there was some fear in her voice.

"Listen, Catherine," Arnold covered Catherine's face with his hand and stroked slowly.

"Remember that you liked to follow me around when you were young." A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Catherine, you are my only daughter. I had to protect you. Maybe the method was too extreme." Arnold wanted to continue, but the massive blood loss weakened him.

"God, stop talking." Catherine was already crying, tears running down her cheeks.

"Dad, I never actually blamed you." Catherine also knew something in her heart and began to speak the truth.

Hearing Catherine's words, he showed a relieved smile at the corner of his mouth. He gently closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

"Sorry, I have to interrupt you. Can I see Mr. Falcone?"

Ethan had long watched the father-daughter reconciliation play. Now, seeing that Arnold Falcone was dying, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted the conversation between the father and daughter.

Catherine turned her head in surprise and looked at Ethan. Just now, she focused all her attention on her father. Catherine remembered that Ethan was at the scene.

"Ethan! What can you do? Can you help my dad!" Catherine hurriedly asked Ethan for help.

"I'll take a look." Seeing Arnold's breathing getting weaker and weaker, Ethan didn't dare to delay and hurried to him.

Ethan took a bottle of diluted White Raffard's Decoction from his bag, gently opened his unconscious mouth, and poured the potion into it.

A powerful energy quickly permeated Arnold's body as the potion entered his stomach.

His pale face quickly returned to red.

Ethan didn't stop. He then took out a bottle of Swallow, aimed it at the bleeding wound on Arnold Falcone's arm, and poured it onto it.

A burst of green smoke rose from Falcone's arm. When it dissipated, his bleeding had stopped. The wound looked like it had been there for several days, and the flesh, which was covered with blood, already grew a new layer of skin.

Catherine and Arnold's subordinates stared at someone who had almost recovered from the brink of death. In their opinion, it was practically a miracle.

Catherine admired Ethan, while Arnold's four subordinates looked at Ethan with respect and fear.

It didn't take long for Arnold to open his eyes. He looked around in confusion. For a moment, he thought he was dead.

He touched the arm that he had just been hit in surprise, and his clothes were still torn and stained with blood.

But his arm was back to normal, and he touched his undamaged arm in surprise.

"Dad!" Seeing that her father had woken up, Catherine cheered and threw herself into his arms.

Although he was still slightly confused about the situation at the scene, he hugged his daughter cooperatively.

"I seem to have died just now; what's going on?" Arnold Falcone asked his question in confusion.

"It's Ethan; Ethan just saved you," Catherine said excitedly.

"Is it magic?" Arnold felt his body carefully. He was surprised to find that his physical condition seemed to be much better than before he was shot. The wounds and old ailments have healed.

Arnold Falcone understood that this was an effect that only magic could achieve.

"Thank you, Ethan. Thank you for saving my life." Arnold Falcone could finally talk to Ethan.

Seeing that Catherine kept winking at herself, Ethan stopped mocking Mr. Arnold Falcone.

Falcone stood up, moved his body at will, and his joints rattled.

Feeling the majestic vitality in his body, Arnold thought he was at least ten years younger.

"Mr. Ethan, we have to have a good talk, but before that, I have to make a phone call." He finished talking to Ethan and entered Catherine's room.

Then Catherine and his four men followed.

Ethan understood that they should be talking about the family.

Ethan, who was waiting outside, used his magic to repair the window smashed by the bullet and the blood on the ground.

After a while, several people came out of Catherine's room again, but the expressions of several people could have been better.

Arnold Falcone's face was gloomy, and Catherine's was also pale. The news from the phone seemed like it could have been better.

"This whole thing was a trap. Someone used me to lure my father to London and then went to war with our family in New York." Catherine explained the current situation to Ethan.

Arnold was sinking like water, sitting quietly on the sofa, thinking about the current situation.