Chapter 574

Chapter 574:

“You’re right.” As Wendy spoke, she drew a dagger and cut the ropes binding Wyatt.

A flicker of surprise flashed in Wyatt’s eyes; he hadn’t expected Wendy to actually set him free. He tried to rise, but his body betrayed him—his limbs were too weak, leaving him unable even to turn over.

In that instant, Wyatt understood why Wendy had dared to untie him.

“What have you done to me?” Wyatt’s voice was calm, but his gaze never left Wendy as she climbed onto the bed.

Those who knew Wyatt understood this quiet tone was never a sign of peace—it was the calm before the storm.

But Wendy, oblivious to his true temper, only felt pleased by it. To her, Wyatt’s gentleness meant surrender.

“Just a little something to drain your strength. Don’t worry; it won’t harm your life,” she replied sweetly, her smile brimming with self-satisfaction.

D𝗂ѕ𝘤𝘰𝘃𝘦𝗋 𝗇е𝘸 𝘴𝘁оr𝗂𝗲𝘀 𝗈𝗻

Her fingers brushed against his face with an almost tender touch.

“I couldn’t bear to let you die. You’re too handsome,” she whispered, letting her hand trail down from his cheek toward his chest.

But just as she reached for the buttons of his shirt, a sudden kick hurled her from the bed.

“You p>

Wendy hit the floor hard, her hair disheveled, her eyes wide with shock. Wyatt had swallowed those pills, so how did he still have the strength to fight back?

Her confusion cleared only when she noticed Wyatt, still pale and weak, leaning against the bedpost. In his grip, a knife gleamed.

That one kick had consumed the last of his strength. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, and his hands shook as he held the knife.

Wendy, convinced the drugs still held sway, felt victory within her reach. Rising slowly, she sneered,

“Those pills are specially made. Even with a knife, you can’t p>

Wendy’s voice abruptly fell silent. She had thought Wyatt would use the knife to harm her, but instead, he had sliced his own arm.

Blood streamed down his arm, spilling onto the bed and staining the sheets.

Wendy’s eyes grew wide with disbelief at Wyatt’s actions.

The sharp sting awakened something within him, flooding his body with a painful surge of strength.

The more blood he shed, the less the dizziness clung to him.

Gritting his teeth, Wyatt drew the blade across his flesh again, deeper this time. He then lifted his head, eyes blazing, the knife steady in his hand.

Wendy froze. In Wyatt’s gaze, she saw nothing but raw, merciless will—a murderous determination that made her blood run cold.

Fear seized her. She bolted for the door.

But before she could open it, Wyatt’s hand seized her by the shoulder and dragged her back. His fingers clamped tightly around her throat.

“Where is she?” Wyatt’s voice thundered with a fury that made Wendy tremble.

Wendy’s mind reeled, her chest tightening as his grip cut off her breath. Tears of panic welled in her eyes.

“I… I’ll tell you!” she choked out desperately.

At that, Wyatt eased his hold—just enough for Wendy to breathe—yet kept the knife poised at her throat.

“She’s in the basement,” Wendy said.

Dragging Wendy with him, Wyatt burst out of the room. The commotion drew Vincent over.

“Let go of my sister, or you’ll never leave here alive!” Vincent roared.

“Vincent, help—ah p>