Chapter 125

The fruit knife on the nightstand gleamed coldly.

Susan Thompson's fingers trembled as they brushed against the icy handle.

She had considered pointing the blade at Vincent King's throat.

But four years of living together had carved itself into her bones. She couldn't do it.

If she couldn't hurt him, she would end herself instead.

As the sharp edge sliced her wrist, a strange relief washed over her.

This was better.

No more humiliation. No more pain.

"Daniel... Bella... Mommy's coming to see you now."

Vincent noticed the sudden stillness beneath him.

He smirked.

What new game was this woman playing?

Just as he moved to continue, the door burst open with a crash.

"Mr. King, I tried to stop Mr. Lucas—" The maid's panicked voice cut off.

Andrew Lucas's pupils constricted.

The blood staining the sheets stabbed at his vision.

"Susan!"

He threw Vincent aside with a roar, scooping up the barely breathing woman.

Vincent's fist flew at him with a whoosh. "Give her back!"

Andrew dodged, his eyes burning with fury. "Driving a woman to suicide? You're truly impressive, Vincent."

"Lies!" Vincent's face darkened. "She wanted—"

His words died.

Only then did he see the gruesome wound on Susan's wrist.

The bloodied knife lay mockingly by the bed.

Andrew slammed a flash drive against Vincent's face.

"See for yourself! You and Candy will pay a hundredfold for what you've done to her!"

As ambulance sirens wailed, Vincent stood frozen.

The video on the drive struck him like lightning.

The footage clearly showed Candy Wilson deliberately tumbling down the stairs.

Susan's outstretched hand had been trying to catch her.

"Mr. King?" The maid's timid voice snapped him back.

Vincent suddenly charged out like a madman.

Susan's faint words echoed in his mind:

"I'm going to die soon."

If she really died—

The thought turned his blood to ice.