Chapter 346
Chapter 346:
It caught Liam’s upper arm as he fell, slicing through the expensive wool of his coat.
Liam roared in pain—not from the arm, but from the internal agony of his stitches ripping apart. He curled into a ball in the mud, gasping for air.
“Liam!” Beatrice tried to scream, but it came out as a pathetic squeak.
Lana stood over him, the bloody knife in her hand, trembling. She looked at what she had done. She looked at the blood pooling beneath Liam.
The guards tackled her from behind, slamming her face into the mud. She didn’t fight. She just started laughing—a hysterical, broken sound.
Skye stood over Liam and looked down at him.
He looked up at her, his face gray, teeth gritted against agony. His eyes searched hers for concern, for fear, for love.
“I saved her,” Liam gasped, delusional with pain. “I… tried p>
Skye didn’t kneel. She didn’t offer comfort. She watched the blood flow with the detached curiosity of a scientist observing a chemical reaction.
“You tried to save the woman who ruined us,” Skye said quietly.
She turned her back on him and walked toward the police captain who was handcuffing Lana.
“Officer,” Skye said, her voice crisp, “make sure the press gets a good look at this. The fall of the House of Kensington makes for excellent television p>
Behind her, Liam closed his eyes, the physical pain in his body nothing compared to the cold spreading through his chest.
The rain intensified, turning the cemetery into a gray wash of water and stone. Police sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder as they circled the perimeter like a pack of wolves.
Blue and red lights began to flash against the wet tombstones.
Lana was being dragged away, screaming about justice. Beatrice was slumped in her wheelchair, clutching a handkerchief to the shallow cut on her neck, her chest heaving with the effort of breathing. Paramedics swarmed her, checking vitals that were erratic at best.
Skye stood apart from the chaos, watching the paramedics load Liam onto a stretcher. His shirt was soaked in blood—mostly from his stomach wound reopening, but the slash on his arm added to the gruesome picture.
𝘋𝗈𝘄𝘯𝘭o𝖺𝗱 𝘧𝗿е𝗲 о𝘯 𝘣𝘦l𝗻𝗈𝘃e𝗅ѕ.𝗰𝘰𝘮
A police officer approached Skye. “Ma’am? We need a statement p>
“Of course,” Skye said, her voice steady. “My husband’s grandmother, Beatrice Kensington, has many enemies. Lana Winters was a victim of Beatrice’s… aggressive business tactics. It seems she snapped p>
The officer scribbled in his notebook. “We heard shouting. Did you attempt to de-escalate the situation p>
“I tried to reason with her,” Skye lied smoothly, her face the picture of shock. “I told her violence wouldn’t solve anything. But she was beyond reason. She was fixated on Beatrice p>
The officer nodded, buying the act. “And your husband p>
“Collateral damage,” Skye said coldly. “He always is p>
She walked over to where Beatrice was being attended to by an EMT.
“You,” Beatrice hissed, her voice barely audible over the rain.
“You goaded her. I saw your face. You wanted her to kill me p>
“I just pointed out the facts, Beatrice,” Skye whispered, leaning in so the police wouldn’t hear. “You created that monster. I just let her off the leash p>
“I will destroy you,” Beatrice rasped, coughing weakly.