Chapter 176
Infuriated by Stuart, that man dared not take his life but raised his switchblade, slowly aiming for Stuart’s face.
It seemed his intent was purely to disfigure, a release of pent–up rage.
At that moment, Morwenna dilated her pupils. Her opportunity had arrived. She swiftly seized the rope from the hands of one trying to tie her up, quickly wrapping it several times and securing it with a tight knot.
Without a moment of hesitation, Morwenna charged forward, not even stopping to pick up the discarded iron rod on the ground. She rushed straight in, grabbing the man’s knife hand barehanded.
The blade sliced through the palm of her hand, but Morwenna ignored the pain, forcibly wresting the knife from him as they struggled
The assailant was skilled, but Morwenna was formidable. With her strength and endurance, she feared no injury and used every means possible. She rammed, clawed, and even bit like a wild animal fighting for its life, determined to end him,
Norbert’s greatest wish was for Stuart to be safe. She had promised to protect him. And yet, this brute dared to harm Stuart like this. Blood was everywhere, indistinguishable between Morwenna’s and the assailant’s.
Stuart, usually relaxed, was now tensed, his back rigid. His bound hands were strained, veins bulging. He couldn’t understand.
Was Morwenna insane?
He had already explained that this was all a setup. He was a notorious mastermind who would stop at nothing. Why didn’t she run? Why
wasn’t she afraid of him?
After what seemed like an eternity, the sounds of struggle ceased. It was Morwenna, bloodied but victorious, standing tall. Blood trickled down her forehead, blurring her vision. She wiped her face with her sleeve. With a radiant smile, she said, “Stuart, it’s over. I told you I could protect you.”
The ropes had cut deep into Stuart’s wrists. He looked at Morwenna’s beaming smile. It felt like a fortress in his heart had been breached.
Limping. Morwenna approached and cut the ropes binding Stuart with the knife. She thought she heard someone breaking in and calling for Stuart.
Finally, Morwenna let go of her tense nerves and collapsed in a heap.
Stuart caught her in his arms, bloody and battered. That was when Fletcher burst in with his team, finding a scene of carnage.
There were five bodies on the ground.
Stuart and Morwenna looked severely injured. For a moment, Fletcher couldn’t comprehend what had happened. No one knew the full story. Fletcher initially thought Morwenna had accidentally stumbled into the fray, with Stuart unleashing his full might to save her.
“Take everyone,” Stuart croaked, his voice hoarse.
Snapping back to reality, Fletcher hurriedly signaled his team to take away the injured and approached Stuart, who seemed unstable on his feet. Instinctively reaching for Morwenna, Stuart recoiled, clutching her closer.
Facing Fletcher, Stuart was vigilant, not allowing anyone to touch the person in his arms.