HappyNovelChapter 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe cut was deep. If they didn't treat it soon, his hand might never function the sway again. She turned urgently to Monica. "Monica, please finda 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.
Now, as she looked at Jeanette, her eyes were blazing with fury and resentment. Striding over, Hilda slapped Jeanette hard across the face.
"You spiteful witch," she spat.
The Saunders family glared at Jeanette with open hatred, as if they wished she'd disappear for good.
Citrine saw Gorman's blood still pouring from his palm. Without hesitation, she tore a strip of fabric from her dress.
She grabbed Gorman's hand firmly, not giving him a chance to protest.
He stared at her, momentarily speechless.
Citrine didn't need his words. She took a clean tissue and wiped away the blood, then quickly bandaged his hand with the fabric.
Gorman realized she was trying to stop the bleeding. A quiet warmth spread in his chest.
"Thank you, Citrine," he murmured.
She didn't respond, simply finished tying the makeshift bandage and turned toward Jeanette.
"Citrine, don't—” Hilda called out, worried Jeanette might lash out again.
Citrine shot her mother a reassuring look. "It's okay, Mom." She turned back, fixing Jeanette with a steely gaze.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJeanette's hatred was written all over her face, but now, confronted with Citrine's calm, she shrank back.
ne Carmichael, what... what are you doing?" Before Jeanette could finish, Citrine slapped her hard.
"That's for attacking someone," Citrine said coldly. "You deserve it." She glanced at Wade. "Wade, call the police. She belongs in a cell." Wade looked positively invigorated by the order. "Gladly. I'll have her hauled off in no time."
Hearing Citrine call Wade "brother," Gorman's eyes lit up for a second But for a as he realized she wasn't speaking to him, his expression fell, a bittersweet ache settling in his heart. All of Citrine's attention was on Jeanette, her face unreadable as she watched the other woman's humiliation. The satisfaction was plain in her eyes.
Jeanette's face was a mask of misery. Though every instinct screamed against it, she dropped to her knees in front of Citrine, sobbing.
"Citrine, I'm sorry! Please, don't call the police. If you do, my life is over-I swear, I'll never bother you again." For the first time, real fear had taken root in Jeanette's heart. She was desperate, dignity forgotten, begging for mercy.
Citrine looked down at her with icy detachment. "Your father's already waiting for you in there. If I call the police, you'll have a family reunion. It's really for your own good." Jeanette shook her head, pleading, "No, please! Letgo. I'll leave the country -right now. You'll never seeagain." Citrine leaned closer, gently tapping Jeanette's cheek. "Too bad for you. I want you right where you belong-behind bars."
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