Chapter 891

It was a cold, snowy day, so much so that Cedrick's coat was not warm enough. Catelyn, however, seemed to have found the strength to stabilize herself.

Gazing at Cedrick with bloodshot eyes, she asked anxiously, "Did I just…kill someone? Are the two kidnappers dead? I… I killed someone..."

Cedrick glanced at the two bloodied kidnappers lying motionless on the ground.

Eason immediately stepped forward to check their breaths.

Among them, the one who had the gun was indeed dead, but the other was just passed out.

He decisively shook his head at Catelyn. "They're still alive, Mistress Catelyn. Please don't blame yourself. They're all vicious criminals; you'd still be in the right even if you killed them."

"Are they?" Catelyn asked warily.

She then recalled what had happened. One of the kidnappers rushed over to grab the gun a few moments ago, and she had only one thought in her head at that very moment.

She must not let them snatch the gun back.

Panicked as she was, she pulled the