Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Chapter 48

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Brock shouted, "I don't care! I have to see Ophelia today, or I'll kill myself right in front of you! He was nothing like his former self-hair a tangled mess, unshaven, looking like a drunken tramp.

He pressed a bloodstained fruit knife against his neck, eyeing the surrounding police officers with a wary gaze. Meanwhile, Chloe stood behind the police, her arm injured from a cut, still waiting for the doctor to treat her wound.

The glass that had covered the dress was shattered, leaving broken shards all over the ground. People passing through the mall gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Ophelia walked in with purpose, the crowd parting to make way for her.

As soon as she entered, she noticed Chloe's arm, where bright red blood was seeping through her fingers. The doctor finally arrived, carrying a medical kit to tend to her wound.

Ophelia's gaze instantly sharpened, icy, and full of lethal intent "Didn't you want to see me? Say what you need to."

Brock followed her voice and, the moment he saw her, became visibly more agitated. "Ophelia, it's all your fault! It's because of you that I've ended up like this!"

"Because of me? Did I force you to plagiarize or did I make you steal my designs? Don't blame me for your downfall." Ophelia retorted, her voice thick with sarcasm, her gaze still cold.

Before Brock could respond, she turned to the police officers, her eyes carrying an intimidating authority. "He's already assaulted someone. Are you really afraid he'll kill himself out of guilt? A coward like him, if he really wanted to die, he would've done it already." Hearing that, the officers exchanged glances, ready to inch closer. But when Brock saw them, he panicked and retreated. "Stay back! Don't come near me! Don't you

dare!

Suddenly, his eyes locked onto Ophelia, and in one swift movement, he lunged at her.

way.

fruit knife was pressed against her smooth,

gasping in fear.

had been ready to act, hesitated and retreated when they saw Brock now had a hostage.

her bandage still unfinished, immediately stood up and ran over in panic. "Brock, what are

of you, back off!" Brock pushed

remained calm as she

her gaze to Heather, wondering, 'Do I owe her something from a past life? If it weren't for her sudden appearance, I could've lodged this. Still, it works out

was drenched in sweat, and he kept nervously swallowing, gasping for air in large breaths. He sneered, "You finally ended up in my hands Ophelia. You deserve this! How about I send you off, huh?" Brock pressed the tip of the knife deeper into Ophelia's skin, and a drop of

neck.

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daughter. I-I'll take her place as your hostage, Heather

family bond that came so late was worth less than dirt, and besides, how much

step by step. He knew there was no escaping today and thought that

everything that had happened to him today. With that thought, he summoned all his strength, raising his hand to stab her in the

people around them

wrist with a fierce grip as it came

the next moment, there was a loud crack as his bone shattered. The knife slipped from his hand, and using the momentum. Ophelia flipped

onto the broken glass, curling up

nearby police officers feeling ashamed. It didn't take long for them to restrain Brock,

aid kit to treat the wound on Ophelia's neck, her concern written all over her face -there was no way she

were about to take Brock away, Ophelia suddenly called

the officers hesitated for a moment, exchanged a glance, and

I hadn't let you take me hostage on purpose, how else could the police have

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