Facade of Love

Chapter 33 Wounded

Before I could react, I saw Benett’s wife pull out a tiny sharp knife, no bigger than a pen, and lunge at Moore and Idris. Moore was the first to notice her, and she screamed.

Idris reacted very quickly. Before the knife could reach him, he grabbed a hold of it. The handle was not long, and given his strength compared to the average woman’s, it was no challenge. He took hold of her wrist with his other hand. She instinctively let go of the knife due to the pain and was pushed to the ground.

As this happened, the cafe immediately descended into chaos, and the security personnel outside quickly came in, restraining Benett’s wife and then calling the police.

“Iddy, you’re bleeding,” Moore said, looking at Idris’s hand that was holding the knife handle. There was a distressed look on

her face.

I glanced over and saw that Idris was indeed injured. Although the knife was small, it was extremely sharp, and even with his quick reaction, Idris had gotten cut.

Fortunately, it was only a hand wound. I could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Smackd! With reddened eyes, Moore walked up to Benett’s restrained wife and slapped her across the face, angrily exclaiming, You mad woman. We have no grudges against you, so why attempt to kill us?!”

Moore did not try to restrain her strength, and it left the woman’s mouth bleeding.

spat the blood in her mouth toward Moore, glaring at her and Idris with

H

her furious expression, Moore moved closer to Idris. Benett’s wife looked at me and said, “You have quite the tolerance. I wouldn’t be satisfied even killing these adulterers a

actions, I took a

after understanding the situation, prepared

the leading officer, “Mr. Officer,

older than me. He looked over and asked, “Is there anything else you

husband, and the b*dy should be in the trunk of a blue

officer was startled, and so were

to draw serious attention. Originally, the police were prepared to take Benett’s wife back to the station to await trial for assault with a knife, but after hearing what I said,

had me accompany them. Idris was wounded, and with her face full of worry, Moore softly insisted on taking him to the hospital. However, he ended up

him so keen to involve himself in

want to pay any attention to him, but in the car, he suddenly looked

herself,” I replied, trying my best not to look at the wound on his hand. I

for all to see. It was a ghastly sight. He looked

want to look at his bloody wound, so I looked away and said impatiently, “She killed the CFO