Frankie signaled for the bodyguard to stop and then looked at Lance, waiting for his instructions.
Yazmin seed to see an opportunity. Her eyes were bloodshot. She cried, "Lance, will you be so cruel to ? I saved your life before!"
Yazmin was gambling. She did not believe that Lance was so ruthless.
Yazmin thought, what did he an that he had repaid ? Is that all?
Yazmin decided she would use the debt he owed her to hold Lance hostage for a lifeti so that he would never be able to get rid of her.
Sure enough, Lance stopped. He turned around and walked towards her step by step.
Then, he squatted down in front of her. His slender and beautiful fingers held her hand that was holding the knife. He said softly, "Don’t be like this."
In an instant, Yazmin was moved to tears.
Yazmin thought, I’ve won. I’ve won!
Yazmin knew that Lance looked cold but was affectionate. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken care of her for so long.
She felt like getting a lost treasure, which was lost and gained again.
Yazmin sobbed and said, "Lance, I knew it. You won’t ignore ."
All she wanted to do now was to throw away the fruit knife and hug Lance affectionately.
However, Lance held her hand tightly with such force as if he was crushing her hand.
It was so painful that Yazmin’s face changed. She wanted to struggle, but her other hand was injured by Lance and had no strength.
She trembled and reminded him, "Lance, you hurt ..."
Lance acted as if he did not hear it. He took her hand and moved the hilt less than one inch up. Then he said slowly, "The position just now wasn’t a major artery. You won’t die. You have to cut it here, understand?"
In a split second, Yazmin’s body shook violently.
For the first ti, Yazmin experienced a terrifying fear, as if she would die in his hands in the next second.
The dark side of Lance’s angel face was as terrifying as a devil!
"Why don’t you cut it now?
"Do you want to help you?" Lance said in a gloomy tone, looking at her expressionlessly.
Then, Lance held her hand and aid it at the fatal place. He pressed her thumb down.
Yazmin trembled. She was scared to death.
"No, no, Lance, let go."
Lance narrowed his eyes. He did not loosen his hands at all. Every word he uttered sounded terrifying.
"Aren’t you going to die?"
The knife cut through the skin on the surface, and the blood flowed along the hilt to Yazmin’s nails, then to her arms.
"Ah, don’t, don’t..."
Yazmin trembled violently. She felt like her soul was about to shatter.
"Save ! Save ! Frankie, save !"
Just now, Yazmin resisted being taken away by Frankie, but now she only wanted Frankie to take her away imdiately.
At least she could still live in the asylum and had a chance to co out.
In Lance’s hand, however, her blood would probably be drained in the next second.
Frankie saw that it was about ti and quickly walked to Lance’s side. "Mr. Wolseley, leave it to ."
With a fierce fling, Lance threw Yazmin onto the ground.
Yazmin shook terribly. She had no strength at all. She felt like she had just survived a disaster.
Lance took a wet towel and slowly wiped the dirt off his hands.
He looked coldly at Yazmin, who was like a holess dog. In a cold voice, he said, "When I catch Emilie, if I find out that you are related, I will make you live a life worse than death in the ntal hospital."
After that, he turned around and left.
After a full five minutes, Yazmin burst into tears, and the hatred in her eyes surged out uncontrollably.
Yazmin thought, how co Lance treated like this for that bitch?
Did he think that a ntal hospital could trap inside?
When I co out, I will not let them have a good ti.
The hatred in Yazmin’s eyes was as terrifying as a poisonous scorpion.
She was shouting silently in her heart, Lance! You will regret it!
...
In the ward.
Yvette looked at her right hand quietly. She wanted to hold it tightly but was unable to apply any strength.
The nurse looked at Yvette, and her nose stung. She comforted Yvette, "Although your hand doesn’t have too much strength, you can still hold a pen and write. It’s just that you can’t hold a pen for a long ti. You may feel your hand is too weak to do so..."
The nurse found that Yvette seed to care about her right hand very much. The more she spoke, the softer her voice beca. Finally, she soothed Yvette, "During the rehabilitation period, you can try to use your left hand."
After the nurse left, Yvette was still looking at her hand.
Because the tendons in her palm had been cut off by glass that day, her right hand could no longer hold a pen for a long ti.
No wonder her right hand would tremble when she tried to use any force.
Yvette wondered if she could still draw design drafts.
She wanted to comfort herself that it did not matter and that her right hand was not completely useless.
But looking at the hand that trembled when she tried to use it, Yvette could not help but shed tears. Before long, the snow-white bedding beca wet.
Yvette thought, what heinous things did I do in my last life that I should be treated like this?
First, it was Grandma, then my baby, and now would I be deprived of my healthy and normal hands?
Lance saw this when he pushed open the door. His heart ached as if it had been pierced by needles.
Suddenly, Lance, who had always been resolute and decisive, felt a little afraid to step forward.
He did not know how to comfort Yvette.
For the first ti, Lance hated himself so much. Yvette had scolded him right before. He had been blind indeed to allow Yazmin to hurt Yvette again and again.
Now that he had woken up, he did not want to waste any more ti.
Lance quickly walked over and wanted to say sothing.
Yvette did not give him even a glance, as if there was no one standing beside the bed. Lance was just as invisible as the air.
Yvette completely ignored him.
After a few days of recuperation, Yvette had not gained any weight. Instead, she was even thinner than a few days before. Her back was as thin as a piece of paper.
She did not have any energy and vitality that a young girl should have.
Deep in Lance’s heart, regret surged.
He reached out to wipe away the tears hanging from the corners of Yvette’s eyes. At this mont, Yvette was no longer indifferent.
She moved to the side, alert and cold. "What are you doing?"
The wariness in her eyes stung Lance’s heart.
"Have you had any food?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"Lance, it’s not appropriate for us to talk about daily life," Yvette replied with a sarcastic smile.
Lance’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. A short mont later, he said, "Yvette, Yazmin has been sent to the ntal hospital."
Yvette looked calm. She didn’t care about where Yazmin was. She cared about that before only because she loved Lance.
Now that Yvette no longer loved him, Yazmin’s existence would no longer hurt her.
Yvette’s indifference stung Lance. He could not help but hold her hand and said guiltily, "In the future, I will no longer care anything about her."
For a mont, Yvette’s hand stiffened a little, and she pulled back without the slightest hesitation.
Her resistance and rejection were very obvious.
"Lance, your promise no longer counts for ."
Having been disappointed again and again, Yvette would never believe him again.
"Go out. And don’t co back unless you want to talk about divorce." She was unhappy and did not want to talk to him.
The mont Lance heard the word divorce, he felt the nerves in his brain throbbing painfully.
Subconsciously, he said coldly, "I won’t divorce."
Yvette was not angry. She just smiled and said, "You will."
Lance looked gloomy. He did not know why Yvette was so sure that he would agree to divorce.
He did not have any thoughts of divorce at all. How could he divorce her?
"Yvette, Let say it one last ti. I will not divorce you."
After saying that, Lance held her tightly in his arms regardless of her resistance. For several days, he did not dare to hold her, afraid that she had not recovered yet.
Now, the lightly sweet taste of her, which Lance had longed for a long ti, was there, right in his arms.
The whole world seed to quiet down.
Lance wanted to lock the ti at that mont.
Even if Yvette did not resist, Lance did not dare to hold her for too long, because he could sense her indifference was almost coming from her bones.
Lance released her and held her arm instead. He looked at her deeply. "Honey, it’s all my fault. Please forgive for the last ti."
Yvette looked expressionless. She answered, uttering each word clearly, "Then I’ll tell you one last ti. We’re done. You can’t stop from divorcing."
The air was filled with unspeakable heat, making people’s hearts feel restless.
"What can you do if I don’t agree?" Lance’s face darkened.
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