CHAPTER 202

Margarette’s POV

The deafening sound of the gunshot echoed in the empty expanse by the bay. My scream tore through the daybreak as I stumbled back, hands flying to my mouth. My heart hammered against my ribs, and tears burned my eyes.

It felt like the world around me had stopped from moving, and in that horrible silence facing me at the moment, my mind immediately leaped to the worst possible outcome that I dread not want to happen.

"Leon," I whimpered, my voice trembling as I stared at him and Justin, standing frozen in while facing each other. They’re speechless and eyes widened in shock as well. They were still, like statues—neither one dared to move nor speak even a single word.

For that short single moment, even I couldn’t tell who had been hit by the gun fire.

“Leon!” My voice cracked with panic. I took a shaky step forward, fear slicing through me. Then I saw it—the red gush of blood spreading across Justin’s shirt. His hand shot to his side, fingers pressing against the wound