Mr. Stuart spontaneously held his head and looked back. A man just hit his head with a shovel.
"Who are you?" asked Mr. Stuart, angry.
However, it was not the answer the older man got, but a heavy blow hit him in the face until he lay down beside his wife's body. Mr. Stuart groaned in pain. He squinted to see a strange man who suddenly came to beat him.
As the blow darkened Mr. Stuart's vision, he lost consciousness. Before closing his eyes, Mr. Stuart thought it might end his life. If it can penetrate his faults and reunite with his wife, he is willing and happy.
"Trent, what are you doing?" Eva came and saw a husband and wife lying on the ground.
Trent tossed the shovel and shrugged his shoulders. "You told me for tidy of him, didn't you? And this is the result."
"But not by hurting him." Eva approached and examined Mr. Stuart's body. "Is he still alive?"
"He's seen my face. He'd better die, too," Trent said.