??Chapter 66: 67. Her Story
Chapter 66: 67. Her Story
The man’s eyes dimd for a mont before imdiately becoming grave again.
“Don’t co any closer, or I’ll kill her!”
Due to his nervousness, the man’s hand trembled, and the sharp edge of the dagger accidentally cut the child’s neck, releasing a flow of bright red blood…
“No!”
A heart-wrenching scream pierced the air as the child’s mother fell to her knees, “Please, don’t hurt my child. I’ll give you anything you want!”
“Mr. Thompson, I really don’t know anything, otherwise…”
“Otherwise what? Would you kill this child?” The young man’s words were cut off by Oliver Thompson’s cold voice, “Damian, you’ve known
long enough. Am I the kind of person who cares about others’ lives? So… don’t threaten
with the lives of innocent people!”
He shook his head, his eyes filled with bloodlust. In an instant, all sounds were silenced, the arriving police beca re decorations, and Oliver Thompson dominated the atmosphere. In that mont, he beca the master of the situation.
“Mr. Thompson, please save my child!”
As she spoke, the child’s mother rushed towards Oliver Thompson only to be stopped by his entourage. She could only weep in large sobs with a desperate and helpless expression, announcing that she was on the verge of losing it.
“What’s the point of begging ? I’m not the one who kidnapped your child!”
Oliver’s cold, ruthless voice brought her final hope crashing down.
“Asking him is useless!”
During the standoff, a crisp female voice broke the highly tense atmosphere. Ivy Aretha, holding two large bags, walked directly through the police line. She encouraged the kneeling, crying mother, “Get up, I have a way to save your child!”
Ivy’s clear eyes swept over the girl with a dagger at her throat, and her heart softened. She could not help but conjure the image of her own daughter’s tender, cute face.
Her heart felt pierced!
“Your na is Damian, right?” Ivy took a deep breath, and put on a calm facade, “As you see, even after you kidnapped a girl, Mr. Thompson simply doesn’t care. So, instead, listen to . Release her, and I guarantee you can safely leave here!”
At first, Damian hesitated, then looked at Ivy with disbelief and confusion, “Why should I believe you?”
“It’s simple. You have no other choice but to trust !”
Ivy flung the bags aside, and the surrounding people made way for her as they saw her trying to negotiate with the perpetrator. Michael Gordon wanted to stop her, but it was too late. She had already approached Damian.
“Now you’re using a child as a hostage, but no one is buying it. You can only drag this out until you don’t even have the strength to flee. You have no power to negotiate, so trusting
is the only choice you have!”
As Ivy paused, her voice tightened. Honestly, she could not be sure if Damian would be rational enough to take her advice. After all, those who are cornered can often lose their reason.
“Why do you want to help ?”
As expected, he was a cautious man, asking not how she would help, but why she would. Motive is always the key factor in determining an outco.
“Because I have a daughter about her age, and I’m a mother!” Ivy didn’t waste words, “I just want to save the child and incidentally help you too!”
Indeed, she couldn’t intervene in other people’s affairs, but she couldn’t stand by and watch a child be hard right in front of her.
“Tell , how can you help?”
It wasn’t because he trusted her, but because Damian saw maternal love in her eyes.
“Very simply, trade
for her!” Ivy looked directly into his eyes and spoke with conviction, “I’ll be your hostage!”
“The child didn’t even threaten him. Do you think you, a woman, can expect his pity…” Before the word “pity” left his mouth, a dark, cold voice cut through it.
“Ivy Aretha, co here! Stop acting crazy!”
Michael Gordon darted through the police line and rushed over to pull Ivy away. As he angrily approached, he could hardly breathe.
He originally thought Ivy just wanted to bluff her way through the situation. She had always been arrogant and willful but never completely unreasonable. He had allowed her to continue, not expecting her to play with fire.
As Ivy saw him coming, she moved even closer to Damian: “Who do you think is more useful to you—a child’s mother or this man? Since…”
Before she could finish, Damian pushed the child away, and in the next mont, the dagger was pressed against Ivy’s delicate, fair neck. The sharp blade touched her throat.
“Your idea isn’t bad. Since Oliver Thompson won’t let
go, I can only find soone powerful enough to save my life from his hands. Indeed, your man is more useful than this child’s mother!”
As he spoke, Damian’s gaze fell on the man who rushed past the police line. He looked like a prominent figure with expensive clothes and an aura just as imposing as Oliver Thompson’s.
Relieved, Damian thought he might have a chance.
The child was quickly taken away by her mother, and Michael Gordon stopped not far away, glaring at Ivy with utter speechlessness.
At the sa ti, his heartstrings tightened.
As Oliver Thompson watched the man before him, he rubbed his temple in pain and signaled for his followers to back off.
“It looks like you’re more useful than that child after all!”
With a re action from Oliver Thompson, Damian realized the value of the person in his hands. “But don’t worry, as long as they let
go, I promise not to hurt you!”
“Huh, you’re really naive. You think you’ve caught a treasure just because you have a woman!” Michael laughed bitterly, his eyes fixated on Ivy’s lovely face, conveying a strong sense of punishnt.
In other words – play with fire, and I won’t bother helping you.
Hearing this, Damian’s heart, which had just relaxed, tightened once again. He lowered his gaze towards Ivy, trying to read her expression: “It seems you’re just an insignificant person in his eyes. Your man doesn’t love you as much as you thought!”
“Mr. Damian, you’re so easily deceived. n always see won as just flavor enhancers. When they are bullied, it’s good to vent their anger. But if they have to fight soone stronger than themselves for a woman, they’d rather just change the woman. Look at him – does he lack won?”
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