Chapter 3693

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Married At First Sight Chapter 3693 No matter how capable Mr. Dunn was, he remained just a man—and an elderly one at that. At almost eighty, he was a few years her senior and still working for her. Yet, no matter how strong he was, he couldn’t compete with younger individuals like Zachary. He wasn’t invincible.
Similar to Mr. Jimenez, who had also been powerful, but the assassins she sent had nearly killed him. Although he survived, he sustained serious injuries and endured pain and illness for decades.
If it weren’t for a miraculous doctor, Mr. Jimenez would no longer be alive today.
Clarissa refused to believe that all hope was lost. She attempted to call Mr. Dunn again.
The call connected, but he did not answer.
The phone rang for an extended period, yet there was still
no response.
She called once more. Still nothing.
It felt as if her heart were plummeting into an abyss.
Coldness and despair crawled up from her feet,
permeating her entire body and leaving her heart
frozen.
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permeating her entire body and leaving her heart
frozen.
It was over. Completely over.
She hadn’t succeeded in killing any of them, couldn’t escape, and even her assistant was likely dead.
Glancing at her daughter, who knelt and begged her to stop, and at her three sons standing with Holden, waiting for the ambulance, Clarissa smiled through her tears.
The one who truly cared for her was her daughter. She felt guilt towards her older and younger sisters and was ashamed to face them.
As a mother, she felt too embarrassed to confront Kathryn.
“Kathryn, stand up!” Clarissa urged, instructing her daughter to stop bowing. If Kathryn injured herself, it would break Clarissa’s heart as a mother.
“I made mistakes, but there’s no way to undo them now,” Clarissa said to her daughter. “Kathryn,

Live your life without succumbing to anyone’s pressure. Remember what I told you: “Pedro, I hope you’ll recall my request and your promise to me. Kathryn, I’m leaving her in your care. Please take care of her.”

Clarissa knew there was no turning back, but she couldn’t face the prospect of prison. She would rather die than be confined. The thought of enduring the shame and insults from others was unbearable. For decades, as the head of the family, she had expelled anyone who opposed her, stripped many family members of their benefits, and consolidated all power in her hands.

She had made too many enemies along the way. Although the family showed her respect, they secretly wished for her downfall. She didn’t fear her adversaries; she had even killed her sister, who had raised her. Why would she care about offending others? However, after everything she had done and all the enemies she had made, the power she amassed now benefited her eldest sister’s descendants, which filled her with anger.

But what could she do now? She had taken what didn’t belong to her, and now it was slipping away. Clarissa raised her pistol again toward the crowd below. There were only two bullets left in the gun; she had already fired three.

Seeing this, the police commanded everyone to move back. Fortunately, the yard of the Farrell family mansion was large, allowing people to retreat to the edges, placing them several hundred meters from the main house. Clarissa’s old pistol had a limited range. As long as they kept their distance, she wouldn’t be able to hit them. It was nighttime, and although the yard was well-lit, it wasn’t as bright as during the day. At seventy, Clarissa no longer had the sharp eyesight she once possessed.