Chapter 1133



Regardless of why Belinda was worried about him, at that moment, Darwin felt his heart race because of her concern for him.

Meanwhile, Rhys’ expression twisted into something darker, his features contorted with hatred.

“Now,” he hissed, venom lacing his voice, “this time, I want you to drive that knife straight into your heart, Darwin.”

Belinda’s breath caught in her throat, and her face drained of all color.

Rhys wasn’t just toying with them anymore—he intended to kill them.

Before Darwin could react, Belinda shouted, “Darwin, run! Leave me! Don’t be a fool! Even if you obey him, he’ll never let me go! Just save yourself!”

“Shut up!” Rhys snapped, his glare cutting through the air like a blade.

Turning back to Darwin, he smirked. “I swear on my life—if you stab your heart, I’ll release Belinda. I’ll keep my word!” But inwardly, he sneered.

Let Belinda go? Not a chance.

Tonight, he would make sure both Darwin and Belinda met their end.

Darwin was about to say something when his gaze suddenly flickered. Then, narrowing his eyes, he spoke. “Fine. I’ll do it. But you must promise me you’ll release Belinda after I do it.”

Belinda’s pulse pounded wildly. “Darwin, have you lost your mind?” she shouted, desperation edging her voice. “Don’t do it!”

Rhys’ grin widened. “I promise,” he lied smoothly. “I will let her go.”

“Alright.” Without a moment’s hesitation, Darwin raised the knife, gripping the hilt firmly as he positioned the blade over his chest. His hand trembled slightly as he prepared for the final strike.

Just as the blade was about to reach his body, his wrist suddenly twisted. He fiercely threw the knife towards Rhys.

Rhys’ eyes widened in shock, his body instinctively jerking to the side just in time to avoid the deadly projectile.

Rage flared in his expression. He opened his mouth, ready to say something, but before he could utter a single word, a powerful force slammed into him. A blue of movement. A gust of wind. Then, Rhys was knocked down, his body crashing onto the cold floor.

“Release me! Let me go!” Rhys bellowed as he hit the floor, thrashing futilely against the weight pressing him down.

However, the man restraining him was unyielding, making any attempt to escape pointless.

“Belinda!” Just then, a voice, thick with urgency and distress, cut through the chaos.

Lucas sprinted up the stairs, his heart pounding, and immediately embraced Belinda.

“Belinda, are you hurt?” His voice quivered, his grip tightening around her.

Belinda shook her head, urgency flashing in her eyes. “Lucas, I’m fine! But Darwin—he’s in bad shape. Check on him!”

Lucas turned sharply, his gaze landing on Darwin, who was still kneeling, his body trembling, his hands pressing against the deep wounds in his stomach.

Blood had already soaked through his shirt, pooling beneath him.

A storm of emotions twisted inside Lucas as he looked at Darwin.

He then shifted his focus back to Belinda and reassured her, “I’ve already called for an ambulance.”

Seconds later, paramedics rushed in with a stretcher, swiftly lifting Darwin and carrying him away.

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