Chapter 1501:
“I warned you once. I see you don’t listen.”
She really thought he would fall for something so childish?
The second he entered the room, he had sensed something was off with the scented candle. He had stayed only to see what they were up to.
Realizing the drug hadn’t worked, Lyla panicked and tried to wriggle free.
“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just came to drop off your new pants. Your old ones were wet, weren’t they?”
Without warning, Wesley let go. Lyla lost her balance and hit her head on the edge of the table. A sharp pain lit up her forehead, draining the color from her cheeks. The sting barely registered. She only wanted to get as far away as possible from Wesley’s icy glare.
In her rush to escape, Lyla’s leg gave out, and she crashed to the floor, clutching her knee.
Wesley’s voice was flat.
“Clearly, words aren’t enough for you. Maybe this will help you remember the lesson.”
Lyla stammered, her voice barely steady, “Wh-what are you planning? My parents are just outside. If I yell, there’s no way you’ll get away with this!”
His face didn’t change. His stare had the cold finality of death.
She shrieked, desperation twisting her voice, “Wesley, I’m part of the Stanley family. You can’t…”
A sharp crack split the air before she could finish. Agony shot up her arm as her bone snapped. Her scream echoed through the house.
The noise rang through the house and climbed all the way upstairs, where Carola shoved Elena out of her way.
“That’s Lyla!”
The moment the noise broke through the quiet, the household surged toward the guest room in alarm.
𝗧𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘁 g𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗲𝗅𝘀.ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Carola caught sight of Lyla collapsed on the floor, and in an instant, her expression hardened with dread as she rushed forward.
“Lyla! What on earth has happened to you?”
Lyla clung to Carola desperately, sobs wracking her frame as though she had seized a final anchor against drowning.
“Mom, it hurts so much. My hand… it’s broken.”
Carola’s gaze fell on Lyla’s right hand, where it hung grotesquely at an unnatural angle. Her breath caught, and she raised a trembling hand to her lips.
“How could something like this occur? Hurry—someone fetch a doctor at once!”
The butler darted from the room, vanishing down the corridor in pursuit of medical help.
Lyla writhed in agony, every nerve set aflame.
“Please, save me! I feel as if I’ll die—I can’t lose my hand. I don’t want to live like that!”
Carola drew her into a fierce embrace, voice shaking but resolute.
“Hush, my darling. The doctor is on his way. They’ll repair it, I swear it—they’ll save your hand.”
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