“Bryson,” she cried, her voice trembling, “I told you I didn’t do it on purpose! Maybe the hospital staff misunderstood. If you insist on believing Hedy instead of me, then I have no choice but to prove my innocence with my death!”
Before anyone could react, she drew the blade across her neck, leaving a deep and bleeding gash.
Bryson’s expression changed instantly. He lunged forward, grabbing the knife with his bare hand.
Blood ran freely down the blade, dripping from his fingers, but he didn’t care. All his focus was on checking Debbii’s wound, his voice frantic.
“Why are you so impulsive? Of course, I believe you! Hold still, Debbii. I’ll call someone to treat your injury right now.”
Without another word, he scooped her up in his arms. As he passed me, his eyes burned with fury.
“Hedy, you’ve gone too far this time!”
“Housekeeper!” his voice roared like thunder. “Lock Hedy in the cold storage! No one lets her out without my permission!”
With that, the housekeeper rushed in with a group of bodyguards who seized me from behind.
I shuddered violently and began to struggle.
“Let me go! I have to get to the hospital to pay for my mom’s treatment! Bryson! Tell them to let me go!”