The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 717

Chapter 717

The fruit knife was just inches from Citrine's body when she instinctively raised her arm to block it. But before she could react, a large, strong hand reached out and grabbed the blade.

Gorman gripped the knife as if he couldn't feel the pain, his fingers clenched tightly around the sharp edge.

Blood dripped steadily to the floor, dark and vivid. Jeanette's face went sheet- white; her whole body trembled in terror. Her grip slackened, and the knife clattered from her hand onto the tiles.

Gasps and screams rippled through the guests as panic set in.

Gorman's blood kept running down his hand, but not a single sound escaped his lips.

Citrine glanced at his wounded palm, her expression darkening.

The cut was deep. If they didn't treat it soon, his hand might never function the same way again.

She turned urgently to Monica. "Monica, please find me a first aid kit!"

Monica had already seen how badly Gorman was hurt. "I—I'll go now!" she stammered, hurrying away.

Hilda felt a cold wave of terror wash over her. She couldn't bear to imagine what might have happened if that knife had found her daughter's heart.

were blazing with fury and resentment. Striding over, Hilda slapped

witch,"

glared at Jeanette with open hatred, as if they wished she'd disappear for

from his palm. Without hesitation, she tore a

firmly, not giving him a chance to

at

wiped away

the bleeding. A quiet warmth spread

Citrine,"

the makeshift bandage and turned toward

worried Jeanette might lash

shot her mother a reassuring look. "It's

fixing Jeanette with

hatred was written all over her face, but now, confronted with Citrine's calm,

what are

finish,

attacking someone," Citrine said coldly.

call the police. She belongs in a

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