Chapter 267: Dylan’s serious condition (Part – 1)
Gianna stopped, her hand still gripping the knife, her eyes wide with shock. Blood began to seep through Dylan’s shirt, staining it a deep crimson.
Her fingers slackened on the hilt of the blade as the reality of what she had done settled in. She had intended to hurt Ava, not him. She staggered back a step, horror mingling with disbelief.
"I-I didn’t mean to hurt you," she stammered. "It’s her fault—it’s all her fault!"
"Dylan." Ava’s scream pierced the air. Tears blurred her vision as she hesitated, unsure whether to pull the knife out.
Dylan gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stand tall despite the searing pain radiating from his back. He turned slightly, his fiery gaze locking onto Gianna. "Stay behind me. I’ll handle this."
Gianna shrank under his glare, her bravado crumbling. "I didn’t mean for this!" she sputtered, taking a step back. "You have to believe me! It’s her—it’s always her!"
Dylan stepped forward, his movements slow but purposeful. "You, malicious woman. I shouldn’t have left you alive. But I will correct the mistake. I’ll kill you right here."
Gianna barely had time to react before his hand lashed out, striking her across the face. The force sent her sprawling to the floor.
Dylan coughed, a wet, metallic taste filling his mouth as the pain threatened to overwhelm him. He steadied himself. "You’ve caused enough pain. I’ll punish you with my own hands."
He lunged at Gianna, his hands wrapping around her throat. His grip tightened further, his anger and pain consuming him.
Ava panicked as she saw the sight. "Dylan, please stop," she shouted. But he was too angry to listen to her. Helpless, she tugged at his arm, trying to pull him away.