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.

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,

turned pale, gasping in

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

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

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

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

neck.

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take her place as your hostage, Heather stammered,

glanced over indifferently, her heart completely unmoved. To her, the so-called family bond that came

with him, step by step. He knew there was

for everything that had happened to him today. With that thought,

the people around

Ophelia grabbed Brock's wrist with a fierce grip as it

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 him

the broken glass, curling up

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

her concern written all over her face -there

about to take Brock away, Ophelia suddenly called out to them, "Can I say something

hesitated for a moment, exchanged a glance, and

still filled with icy contempt. "If I hadn't let you take me hostage on purpose, how else could the police have had enough to

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