Murder?

Olivia staggered away from Tyrone's bleeding form at the sound of the gun. She looked back to see Helen leaning against the wall with a stoic expression.

"I.. I wasn't..." Olivia came to her senses. Tyrone's groan startled her. Olivia stared at him, her eyes, accessing the damage.

His face was going to have a lot of scars later but he would likely live. Helen moved from the wall, the gun dangling in her hands as she approached them.

"I wasn't going to kill him..."

"I didn't ask for an explanation. Whether your intention was to kill him or not, he must live. The Delamontes will have your head if he doesn't. Do whatever you want to him but don't take his life," Helen interrupted.

Olivia's jaw dropped. She expected Helen would at least try to defend her husband but here she was, giving her the go ahead to do whatever she wanted. Except kill him.

"You're not going to stop me?" Olivia asked.

Helen halted, "why would I do that?"

"Because he is your husband?" her response came out like a
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