Chapter 266:
At the hospital, a striking young woman with flowing hair positioned herself protectively before Farrah. Her elegant posture complemented her fashionable seasonal attire.
Felipe’s assistant, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, addressed her with calculated formality, “Miss Russell, this is a private family matter concerning Mr. Yates. If you refuse to step aside, I regret that we may be forced to take less courteous measures.”
“Forcing a woman to end her pregnancy? And you call that a family matter?” Norah’s eyes burned with fury as she snapped, “Call Felipe Yates. I want to hear it from his own lips.”
“Miss Russell, please—don’t make this harder than it already is,” the assistant said, trying to keep his voice calm.
“Harder?” Norah shot back, her tone razor-sharp. “You’re the one twisting the knife in Farrah’s back.”
Silence tightened around them like a noose.
Recognizing the futility of further discussion, the assistant jerked his head toward the bodyguards, signaling them to remove Norah. They advanced confidently, accustomed to handling resistant women without difficulty.
“Let me go!” Norah struggled against their grip, her voice rising in desperation. “If you force Farrah to abort her child today, I will definitely tell Felipe’s parents about this!”
“Carry on,” the assistant ordered, ignoring her outburst, his gaze coldly locked on Farrah.
Farrah stood frozen, a knife trembling in her hand. As the guards closed in, she lifted it to her throat, her voice cracking but clear. “Back off! One more step and I’ll end it right here.”
She lacked Freya’s combat training, and even armed, she stood little chance against professional bodyguards.
Her life was her only bargaining chip.
She hoped desperately they wouldn’t risk her death on these premises.
“My boss said suicide threats are useless,” the assistant stated with programmed precision. “If you go willingly, you’ll suffer less.”
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Farrah’s heart plummeted, her fingers quivering around the knife’s handle.
The bodyguards’ expressions revealed they considered her threat empty.
“I told you to stay back!” Farrah shouted, pressing the blade harder against her skin.
The knife bit into her flesh, drawing a thin crimson line that trickled down her neck.
The assistant’s impassive facade cracked momentarily, his eyes widening at the sight of blood.
“Everyone, halt!” he commanded sharply.
“Let me leave,” Farrah demanded, maintaining her dangerous position.
“Regardless of where you flee, this matter is concluded,” the assistant stated flatly. “The boss’s decisions remain incontestable.”
Farrah tightened her grip. “Just allow me to walk out of here.” She harbored no illusions—Felipe would eventually locate her wherever she went. But she desperately needed this chance.
“Either I leave freely, or I’ll sever my carotid artery right now,” Farrah interrupted, her voice surprisingly steady.
“Don’t be rash. I’m contacting Mr. Yates immediately,” the assistant replied, retrieving his phone while simultaneously signaling the bodyguards with his other hand.
Farrah watched him intently, maintaining her vigilance.
Yet despite her alertness, the bodyguards’ sudden lunge caught her unprepared.
They wrenched the knife from her grasp with practiced efficiency. Because she’d been pressing it against her skin, the blade sliced deeper into her neck as they pulled it away.
Blood flowed more heavily from the wound.
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