Chapter 1068

Chapter 1068:

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As soon as the driver opened the door, Casey adjusted the sharp fork he'd been preparing and stabbed it into the back of Davey's hand.

In an instant, blood gushed out instantly. Caught off guard, Davey groaned.

Casey pushed the fork through his hand and into the car seat, driving it in firmly. He had spent a lot of time sharpening that fork. It went through Davey's hand, pinning it firmly to the seat. Getting it out would be a real challenge.

Feeling hopeful that she would be reunited with her children and escape Davey's clutches, Casey smiled. Unfortunately, she was too inexperienced and completely unaware of the indifference of the people of Aurora.

When the fork came into contact with the back of Davey's hand, blood instantly began to flow out.

Startled, Davey let out a grunt of pain.

Casey drove the fork through his hand, securing it to the car seat. The fork had been carefully sharpened by her over the course of days to ensure full penetration, making it extremely difficult to remove without specialized tools and causing excruciating pain to attempt.

Immediately after, Casey raised his elbow and landed a hard blow to a pressure point on the back of Davey's neck.

Following a wave of intense pain, Davey lost consciousness.

The driver, visibly shaken and pale, exclaimed: "Mr. Glyn!"

However, with Davey still under Casey's control, the driver refrained from making any moves.

Casey's every move was driven by intense hatred, demonstrating his ruthless nature. Unable to directly defeat this demon and seek revenge for his parents, he resolved to inflict as much physical suffering on it as possible.

Turning to the driver in a cold voice, Casey said, “The fork is poisoned. Quick, get him help.”

In reality, there was no poison. Casey had no access to such substances. This deception was only intended to mislead the driver and create a window for his escape.

After saying his words, he quickly got out of the car and ran towards a bustling restaurant full of people.

Watching Davey's pale face, the driver couldn't help but reflect on Casey's cruelty.

Even the most intelligent individuals could fall into a trap when emotions like love came into play, and Davey, despite his sharp wit, was not immune to being surprised by someone so close.

Fortunately, Davey had seen it coming and had prepared himself for whatever drastic measures Casey would take.

However, the driver was puzzled as to why Davey knowingly allowed events to unfold without intervening.

The driver thought that the rich probably had a different mindset, unable to fully understand Davey's perspective. He quickly grabbed a prepared syringe containing a potent substance and injected it into Davey's arm.

The medication took effect quickly. Davey's eyelashes blinked, and then his eyes gradually opened.

“Mr Glyn, can I take you to the hospital?” the driver asked. He hesitated to touch Davey's hand, which was still glued to the car seat.

Unexpectedly, Davey, expressionless, made an effort to remove the fork, but remained it firmly stuck during his initial attempt. More blood continued to flow out.

The driver was shocked, the sight seemed agonizing even to witness.

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