It was as if he forced the words out from between clenched teeth.
“You’re pregnant. I can’t let you go.”
With that, he yanked Lynzee back toward him.
Seeing this, Thiago threw his head back and let out a twisted, mocking laugh.
Then—before Ridley could even process what was happening—Thiago shoved me hard, sending me tumbling down the steep staircase.
I rolled down several steps before instinctively latching onto the banister’s post, my fingers clinging for dear life.
“Agnes!” Ridley’s eyes widened in horror, his voice ripping through the air as he charged toward me.
But in the very next second, Lynzee was suddenly grabbed from behind by Thiago.
She clutched her belly as if in pain, her face pale as she gasped, “Ridley, hurry and go save Agnes! I’m fine… really.”
The words had barely left her lips before she groaned again, her voice trembling with feigned agony. Beneath her, blood began to seep out, dark and startling against the floor.
Ridley froze for a fraction of a second, and then he turned to look at me. His gaze was filled with hesitation, pain, and pity.