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.

escape for her was fouled as Brock grabbed her by the clothes, pulling her back. The sharp fruit knife was pressed against her smooth, delicate neck, and his arm clamped tightly around her shoulder.

pale, gasping in fear.

police officers, who had been ready to act, hesitated and retreated

and ran over in panic. "Brock, what are you doing? If you want

Brock pushed the knife harder

she gave

a deep breath, Ophelia shifted her gaze to Heather, wondering, 'Do I owe her something from a past life? If it weren't for

completely lost his mind. His forehead 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

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hurt my daughter. I-I'll take her place as your hostage, Heather stammered, her face pale with

her heart completely unmoved. To her, the so-called family bond that came so late was worth less than dirt, and besides, how much of

him, step by step. He knew there was no escaping

happened to him today. With that thought, he summoned

people around

a fierce grip as it came down

bone shattered. The knife slipped from his hand, and using the momentum. Ophelia flipped him over her shoulder, slamming him

broken glass, curling

seconds, Ophelia's swift and sharp moves left the nearby police officers feeling ashamed. It didn't take long

wound on Ophelia's neck, her concern written all

away, Ophelia suddenly called out to them, "Can I

neck, the officers hesitated for a moment,

eyes still filled with icy contempt. "If I hadn't let you take me hostage on purpose, how else

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