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 from the crowd suddenly

turned pale, gasping in fear.

act, hesitated and retreated when they saw

immediately stood up and ran over in panic. "Brock, what are you doing? If you

you, back off!" Brock pushed

she

past life? If it

Ophelia. You deserve this! How about I send you off, huh?" Brock pressed the tip of

neck.

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don't hurt my daughter. I-I'll take her place as your hostage, Heather stammered, her face pale with fear as she

family bond that came so late was worth

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

fully blamed Ophelia for everything that had happened to him today. With that thought, he summoned all his strength, raising his hand

the people around them screamed in

a

slipped from his hand, and using

onto the broken glass, curling up in agony

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

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

take Brock away, Ophelia suddenly called out to

a moment, exchanged a glance, and

"If I hadn't let you take me hostage on purpose, how else could the police have had enough to convict

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