Chapter 296: Oliver was stabbed
Oliver’s body jerked as the blade sank deeper, the pain sucking the breath from his lungs.
"I hate you," Megan screamed like a madwoman. "I hate all of you."
She raised the knife again to stab him, but before the blade could connect Oliver, Augustine knocked her off her feet with a brutal kick.
"Ah," Megan cried out as she hit the floor hard.
Before she could recover, Augustine was on her. He yanked the knife from her grasp and in one fierce motion, struck her across the face, sending her head whipping to the side, her ears ringing.
"Take her away," Augustine shouted. "Make sure she pays for what she has done."
Two men in black immediately grabbed Megan by the arms and hauled her up. She thrashed and screamed, but it was over. They dragged her from the hall, her cries fading.
The room stood still, stunned, shaken.
"Dad..." Anne’s voice cracked as she dropped to her knees beside Oliver, who lay curled on the floor, writhing in pain, his hands soaked in blood as he clutched his stomach. She pulled him into her arms, her tears falling freely.
Oliver reached up with a trembling hand and gently brushed her cheek, his fingers barely steady. "Don’t cry," he whispered. "I’m just... relieved you are safe."
"Don’t speak," Anne choked out between sobs. "We are getting you help. You’ll be okay, I promise." She looked around frantically. "Augustine..." she screamed.
He was already on his way, kneeling beside her. "I’ve got him."