Chapter 61 It Hurts
“Tell me, was it you who ran my son over with your car?” Renee’s voice was like a razor, sharp and unwavering, her teeth gritted as she stared down Sylvia.
She looked every bit the fierce mama bear, ready to strike at anyone who threatened
her cub.
Sylvia, completely shaken, could barely hold herself together. Blood trickled from a gash on her face, and she pressed her trembling hand to it, fearing it might leave a
permanent scar.
“It wasn’t me… I swear! I had nothing to do with it!” Sylvia’s voice cracked, her eyes
wide with fear.
“Really?” Renee’s lips curled into a cold sneer, twirling the bloodstained knife with a sickening sense of calm.
She let the blade dangle in front of Sylvia’s eyes, slowly savoring the helplessness that
washed over her.
Sylvia’s heart raced. The knife felt so close-she could almost feel its cold edge against her skin. She wanted to leap away, but the handcuffs kept her locked in place, frozen like prey before a predator.
“Help! Is anyone out there? She’s going to kill me!” Sylvia screamed, her voice hoarse. But the walls of the soundproof room swallowed her words, leaving her in a silent nightmare. Even if someone heard, who would dare to intervene?
The truth hit her like a punch in the gut-Renee had the absolute power here. Everyone in this place was on her side, and it was all because she was with Ryder. It wasn’t about right or wrong; it was about loyalty.
Rage bubbled up
inside Sylvia, taking over every inch of her being. “Renee, if you kill me, you won’t get away with it. William will make sure of that.”
“Is that so?” Renee’s voice turned ice-cold. She gripped Sylvia’s chin like a vice, lifting her face so that their eyes locked. “Whether I get away with it or not? That’s for me to decide. But as for your face-well, I wonder if William would still want you around if I gave it a few more cuts.”
Sylvia’s eyes flashed with fear, her voice barely more than a whisper, “You wouldn’t dare!” But deep down, she knew this wasn’t a threat, Renee had already shown she was capable of anything, and now, she was in full beast mode-desperate to get answers
about Felix’s accident.
“Sylvia, I’m counting to three. You’d better start talking, or I swear, you’ll regret it.
Three… two… one.”
Renee’s hand shot up, the knife poised to slash across Sylvia’s face once more,
Sylvia’s pulse raced as the seconds dragged by. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, Her body screamed for escape, but all she could do was stare into Renee’s merciless eyes. She wanted to speak, to beg, but the words stuck in her throat.
Renee’s gaze grew colder, and she moved the knife, closer now, the cold steel grazing Sylvia’s cheek. Just then, the door to the interrogation room flew open with a loud bang
“Renee, stop.” William’s voice rang through the room.
Sylvia, her body trembling with relief, let out a choked sob. “William… Please… it hurts… help me…”
Renee’s hand froze midair, and her eyes flicked toward William. A wicked little smile tugged at her lips.
Her voice was icy as she spoke, the knife never leaving Sylvia’s skin. “William, if you make one more move, it won’t be her face that gets cut-it’ll be something far worse.” She shifted the blade, tapping it gently against Sylvia’s neck, leaving a streak of crimson.
Renee’s voice broke through the tension, sharp as glass. “Her neck.”
Sylvia, paralyzed by fear, couldn’t bring herself to move. Her voice trembled as she called out for William, her only hope.
William’s brow furrowed, his calmness a stark contrast to the chaos. “Renee, take a breath. If Sylvia really is behind this, I won’t stop you from doing what you feel is right, but you need to think this through. Acting on impulse won’t help anyone. The police will dig deep and find the truth, and the person responsible will face the consequences. But if you let anger take the wheel, it’s only going to backfire on you.”
“William…” Sylvia’s voice faltered as she stared at him, disbelief etched on her face. She could hardly believe what she was hearing-he had completely dismissed her, choosing to stand with Renee instead.
A bitter laugh escaped Sylvia’s lips, sharp and laced with pain.
She had been there for him, unwavering, for three long years. Yet all her loyalty had amounted to nothing more than a cruel joke. William had never truly acknowledged their so-called engagement; in his heart, he was always waiting for Renee to return.
“Renee, you want to know who hurt your son? I’ll tell you!”
