Chapter 361
Violet slapped Carl across the face without warning, her tears streaming as she screamed, “How could you ask the Richardsons for money?! They took her in out of kindness, and you have the nerve to beg them for cash, Carl? You heartless bastard!”
“Damn it!” Carl, raising his arm as if to strike back, was interrupted by the screech of brakes from below, and a voice that shouted, “Hurry, don’t let him get away!”
Leanne recognized the gruff voice-it was the man in the jacket from yesterday.
Carl, more familiar with the voice, suddenly paled and rushed to look out the window.
A car was parked below, footsteps thundering up the stairs.
He turned, glaring menacingly at Leanne, “Did you bring them here?”
Leanne replied coolly, “I told you, someone else wants you more than I do.”
Enraged, Carl grabbed a tray from the coffee table and hurled it at her. Leanne dodged swiftly, the tray slamming against the wall and clattering to the floor.
Now cornered in his own home, Carl, furious and irrational, clenched his fists and
charged, “I’m going to kill you!”
Leanne backed away, and her petite aunt suddenly burst forth, stepping in front of her and shoving Carl hard.
“Enough! Who are you trying to kill? Come at me first if you dare!”
“You think I won’t?”
Violet dashed into the kitchen, came out wielding a kitchen knife, and yelled, “Come on then! I’ve had enough of you!”
Carl was momentarily stunned, his anger boiling over, “Have you lost your mind, woman? What are you doing with that knife?”
“I must be crazy! I should have gone mad sooner! How could I have been so blind to marry you?” Violet’s hand trembled with the knife, “Your gambling ruined us, you even secretly abandoned Leanne. How could there be someone as terrible as you in this world? If not for
you,
I wouldn’t have been too ashamed to visit my sister’s grave, fearing her blame even in death!”
“Stop your nonsense!” Carl was still in denial, “If not for trying to provide for you, would i have gambled away everything? Marrying you was my life’s curse!”
He lunged for the knife. Despite Violet’s resistance, she was no match for him and was quickly thrown against the coffee table.
Carl tossed the knife aside and landed a slap across her face, “You bring out a knife to
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threaten me? Why didn’t you use it? Bitch,I’ll kill you!”
After several more blows, Violet’s face swelled up rapidly. Carl then kicked her in the stomach, “You’ve ruined my life!”
As he raised his foot for another kick, there was a loud thud-Carl clutched the back of his
head, glaring venomously.
“I’ll kill you today!” he shouted, but his body swayed and he collapsed to the floor.
Leanne stood in the center of the living room, holding a heavy glass vase, stunned.
The man in the jacket and his men, panting from the sprint up five floors, entered to find. this scene.
Two people lying on the floor, one unconscious, the other’s face swollen from beating.
The seemingly frail young woman stood there with a vase, looking innocently at them.
The trio was momentarily stunned.
At the Ashton District Police Station.
As dusk fell, the lights were still on at the front desk. A Rolls-Royce Phantom, both understated and ostentatious, approached the entrance.
The young auxiliary police officer walked over to knock on the window, just as two uniformed figures quickly emerged from the station.