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.

an easy 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. Watch out..." At that moment, someone from the crowd suddenly rushed forward, trying to push Ophelia out

gasping

ready to act, hesitated and retreated when they saw Brock now had

panic. "Brock, what are you doing? If you want a

Brock pushed the knife harder

calm as she

from a past life? If it

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 send you off, huh?" Brock pressed the tip of the knife deeper into Ophelia's skin, and a drop of blood ran down her smooth,

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 spoke, trembling all

indifferently, 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

scattered on the ground, dragging Ophelia backward with him, step by step. He knew there was no

happened to him today. With that thought, he summoned

around them screamed in

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. Ophelia flipped him over her shoulder, slamming

Brock crashed onto the broken glass, curling

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

her concern written all

Ophelia suddenly called out

on her neck, the officers hesitated for a moment, exchanged a

icy contempt. "If I hadn't let you take me hostage on

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