Chapter 133

"Are you insane, sister?!"

"Andrew, save me!"

The pungent stench of sulfuric acid exploded in the air. Nicole Capra's pupils constricted in terror.

Her meticulously planned scheme had failed to kill Ethan Sullivan, but she'd faked his gruesome death to shatter Susan Thompson's last shred of sanity.

Yet she never imagined Susan would come seeking revenge with sulfuric acid.

Nicole desperately shielded her face, her legs buckling. At the critical moment, a figure yanked her into a protective embrace.

"Hiss—"

Concentrated acid splashed across Andrew Lucas's back.

"Andrew!" Nicole trembled as she inspected his injuries.

The thick winter coat dissolved into grotesque holes, revealing charred, bubbling flesh beneath. The acid still sizzled, emitting acrid white smoke.

Tears streamed down Nicole's face.

She shuddered at the thought—had that acid struck her face instead...

"I'm fine." Andrew subtly shifted away from her touch. "Are you hurt?"

"You fool!" Nicole sobbed dramatically. "How can you worry about me in this state?"

Susan's hand trembled around the empty bottle.

She hadn't expected Andrew to shield Nicole.

Her heart felt cleaved by a blunt knife, but she forced herself to look away.

No matter. She had another weapon.

The fruit knife hidden in her purse gleamed coldly.

"Susan!" Andrew's roar cracked like thunder. "How dare you attack Nicole like this!"

"Yes, I want her to suffer!" Susan's laugh was chilling, her eyes burning with madness.

Nicole instantly switched to damsel-in-distress mode, stepping forward with tearful eyes. "Sister, what did I do wrong? A woman's face is her most precious asset!"

"Precious?" Susan's voice was hoarse. "More precious than lives?"

She suddenly seized Nicole's collar and slammed her against the wall.

"You killed Daniel. You killed Grandma. You killed Bella..." Blood-tinged tears streaked Susan's face. "And now you won't even spare their ashes!"

"You've lost your mind, Susan!" Andrew snapped. "Nicole had nothing to do with those tragedies!"

"Nothing to do with it?" Susan's hysterical laughter sent chills down their spines.

In a flash, she drew the fruit knife, its blade aiming straight for Nicole's heart.

Nicole subtly adjusted her angle—

"Thud!"

The sharp blade sank into her left shoulder, instantly staining her white blouse crimson.

"This stab is for Daniel!"

Susan's voice carried a curse straight from hell.