Chapter 824



“Ah!” She crashed onto the ground with a piercing scream of anguish. The knife slipped from her grasp.

Minna writhed in so much pain that she could barely inhale; agony contorted her face as she remained immobilized for a long while.

“This woman is monstrous! She actually attempted to stab people again!”

“She has gone too far!”

“Seize her! Don’t allow her to escape!”

“Mr. Clark! Ms. Wright!” The individual who had kicked Minna away was none other than the bodyguard who had been shadowing Belinda. He had been distracted earlier by an incident. He had just solved the matter when he found out what had just happened to Belinda and Lucas.

“Take Minna away!” Belinda shot a fierce glare at Minna, her voice icy and commanding.

The bodyguard appeared somewhat distressed, his brow furrowed with concern as he said, “But you and Mr. Clark…”

Belinda, her voice steady yet laced with urgency, responded, “Don’t worry about us. We’re not far from the Grand Plains General Hospital. The ambulance will arrive shortly.”

She glanced around at the gathering crowd.

“Moreover, with so many individuals present now, no one dares to act impulsively. Just take Minna away now. If the police show up, it will be more challenging to take her away.”

“Understood!” The bodyguard swiftly turned and approached Minna. He effortlessly subdued her and took her away.

Noticing that Lucas remained silent, Belinda felt a surge of panic swell within her chest.

“Lucas, Lucas…” she called out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Yet, there was no reply from Lucas.

Belinda’s anxiety intensified as she said, “Lucas, wake up… please don’t scare me like this!”

Fortunately, at that moment, the ambulance arrived.

The doctors and nurses approached Lucas swiftly, moving with practiced precision as they carefully positioned him face-down on a stretcher. With Belinda’s assistance, they loaded him into the ambulance and sped toward the hospital.

Once at the hospital, Lucas was immediately wheeled into the operating room.

Belinda stood outside the room; her expression was vacant.

Her legs felt weak beneath her as she made her way to a nearby bench and sat down. Her body trembled uncontrollably…

Her clothing and hands were stained with Lucas’ blood—a harrowing reminder of what had happened.

Seeing the crimson liquid made her eyes redden again.

The tears that had momentarily ceased to fall began to stream down once more, cascading down her cheeks.

Lucas had lost all consciousness and become entirely oblivious to his surroundings when he had been inside the ambulance.

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