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.

was pressed against her smooth, delicate neck, and his arm clamped tightly around her shoulder. Watch out..." At that moment, someone

turned pale, gasping

hesitated and retreated when they saw Brock now

panic. "Brock, what

off!" Brock pushed the

face remained calm as she gave Chloe a reassuring

breath, Ophelia shifted her gaze to Heather, wondering, 'Do I owe her something from a past life? If

large breaths. He sneered, "You finally ended up in my hands Ophelia. You deserve this! How about I send

neck.

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as your hostage, Heather stammered, her face pale with fear as she

To her, the so-called family bond that came so late was worth

scattered on the ground, dragging Ophelia backward with him, step by step. He knew there was no escaping today and thought that even

blamed Ophelia for everything that had happened to him today. With that thought, he summoned all

people around

just then. Ophelia grabbed Brock's wrist with a fierce

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

Brock crashed onto the broken glass, curling

the nearby police officers feeling ashamed. It

aid kit to treat the wound on Ophelia's neck, her concern written all over her face -there

as the police were about to take Brock away, Ophelia suddenly called out to them,

her neck, the officers hesitated for a moment, exchanged a glance, and then left one officer to

into a sneer, her eyes still filled with icy contempt. "If I hadn't let you take me hostage on purpose, how else could the police have had

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