Chapter 167 Dixon's Death

• “Sherry!” Oliver’s voice thundered, his chest tightening as he watched her losing strength. Her hand still clutched the rope desperately, her other hand gripping Miranda with what little power remained in her. The gunshot wound bled heavily, weakening her by the second.
• “Stay put, Sherry! Just give me a moment, I swear I’ll get us out of here!” Oliver urged, holding on with all his strength.
• Her eyes filled with tears, her lips trembling. “I… I don’t think I can make it, Oliver! Please—please take care of my daughter. Treat her like your own. I beg you….”