"What do you mean?" Carla glared at him.
"After doing all you can to escape from the Srinsot family, now you want to go back to him?" Zayn demanded irritably. "Did you forget what he did to you just after a few weeks? What is inside that heart of yours? It must be filthy and foolish."
"You're nuts." Carla didn't want to waste time arguing with him. "It's none of your business, " she declared heatedly.
Having said that, she spun on her heels to leave. Without warning, Zayn grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the wall.
He growled menacingly, "Carla Lierger, if you weren't the mother of my children, I would've stayed out of your matters. Pull yourself together, please. You're a down-and-out socialite from the Lierger family, so the Srinsot family won't be nice to you. You'll merely invite death if this goes on."
"Have you said enough? Let me go!" Carla bristled and tried to free herself, but Zayn refused to let her leave.
They were in the midst of a struggle when a furious voice barked, "Let her go!"
Looking up, Carla saw Lucas standing not far away, breathless with anger. He was glowering at Zayn with his fists balled up.
"You have no right to interfere in our business." The sight of Lucas merely stoked Zayn's fury. He declared arrogantly, "Your engagement is over. I was the one who rescued her from your family."
"She's my fiancée! Let her go now!" Lucas roared like a ferocious beast.
The more he acted this way, the more infuriated Zayn got.
In response, Zayn held Carla's waist possessively and said in a provoking manner, "Your fiancée? She has been mine all the while—in the past, and right now."
"Hey!" Rage ran red through Lucas' brain. He whipped out a dagger out of nowhere and aimed right for Zayn. "Die, Zayn!"
"No, Lucas!" Carla screamed.
Zayn's gaze narrowed as he clenched his fists, ready to retaliate.
Suddenly, Carla shoved him out of the way and grabbed the dagger.
Silence ensued. It was as if time itself had come to a standstill.
Zayn widened his eyes in shock as he stared at Carla incredulously.
Lucas halted in his tracks, shocked by her reaction.
Carla held on to the dagger firmly, and the sharp edges cut into her palm.
Blood trickled down and stained her Whyte shirt.
"Carla!" Lucas shrieked. He released his grip on the dagger, trembling profusely. "W-Why did you…"
"You're crazy!" Zayn sent him flying with a kick before taking Carla's hand to stop her from losing too much blood. He swiveled his head to yell, "Naya!"
Naya hurried over at his urgent call. She was dumbfounded by the sight that greeted her eyes. At once, she stopped the bleeding in Carla's palm and dressed her wound.
"Oh, dear." Freda panicked at the bloody scene. "Ms. Lierger, what happened?"
"I didn't do it on purpose. Carla, I didn't mean to harm you…" Lucas wailed. "Why did you do that?"
"Scram!" Zayn hollered angrily.
"It was all your fault!" Lucas threw the blame on Zayn. "If it wasn't for you, Carla and I will still be together!"
His words caused fury to spring to life within Zayn. The latter was about to beat him up when Carla tugged at him.
Making sure she had a grip on Zayn's shirt, Carla told Lucas weakly, "Lucas, you should leave."
"Carla—"
"Leave!" she growled fiercely.
"Sir Lucas, let's go. Don't stir Ms. Lierger's anger, " his subordinates uttered carefully.
Lucas crawled to his feet and left with his subordinates in a disheveled state.
"The wound is deep, so I have to stitch it up." Naya bandaged her wound briefly and said urgently, "We have to go to the hospital now."
"Prepare the car!" Zayn ordered.
"Yes." Benard quickly did as instructed.
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