The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Just then, Foreman suddenly stepped in front of Stella.

The blade drove straight into his chest.

Stella gasped in horror. "Foreman!"

Seizing the moment, one of the bodyguards pinned the assassin to the ground.

Foreman, as if numb to the pain, turned his head and looked at Stella.

"Star, are you alright?"

Stella stared at the knife jutting from his chest, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"I'm fine, but you..."

Foreman's face had drained of all color, yet he still tried to reassure her.

"As long as you're safe, that's all that matters. I'll be okay..."

The would-be killers were quickly subdued by both Foreman's and Neville's security teams.

Only when the danger had finally passed did Foreman's strength seem to leave him-he collapsed, unconscious.

red glow above the operating room door burned into Stella's vision as she waited outside, her face pale and

her-insisting Foreman was tough and

"He's already been hurt once for me. His last wounds aren't even healed, and now he's been stabbed again-because of me..." She trailed

right before her eyes, haunted her. She couldn't shake

if to say something, but in the end,

Stella, without a second thought,

said quietly, "Maybe we should call Neville.

far too

both she and Stella might have died right there. Leonard's people were ruthless-first Haynes, now Stella.

what if Neville

her eyes. "I already owe both of them so much. I can't

voice was barely above a whisper. "If Leonard really wants me dead, then let him do it. Just

let out a long, quiet

Foreman's

might just be

light above the operating room flicked off and

critical injuries," he reported. "There's no immediate threat to his life. He lost a lot of blood and will need plenty

and Abby allow themselves to

move

to take care of him