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.

at Jeanette, her eyes were blazing with fury and resentment. Striding over, Hilda slapped Jeanette hard across the

witch," she

hatred, as if they wished

his palm. Without hesitation, she tore a strip of

grabbed Gorman's hand firmly, not giving him

stared at her, momentarily

and wiped away the blood, then quickly bandaged his

the bleeding. A quiet

you, Citrine,"

simply finished tying the makeshift bandage

out, worried Jeanette might

mother a reassuring look. "It's okay,

fixing Jeanette

over her face, but now, confronted with Citrine's calm,

Carmichael, what... what

could finish, Citrine slapped

attacking someone," Citrine said

the police. She

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