Chapter 575

Chapter 575:

“Out of the way p>

With just a little more pressure, Wyatt’s blade traced a shallow cut across Wendy’s neck.

A thin line of blood welled up and trickled down, making her cry out in pain. Wyatt’s eyes locked on Vincent, cold and unyielding.

The sight of the blood on Wendy’s neck drained the color from Vincent’s face.

Terrified his sister might suffer worse, he immediately stepped back, too afraid to test Wyatt’s resolve again.

“Take me to the basement!” Wyatt demanded sharply.

The basement floor was icy and unforgiving—hardly a place to sit, let alone lie down for any rest.

So, Amelia was unable to fall asleep.

W𝘩𝖺𝘁 e𝗏er𝘺𝗈𝘯е іs 𝗋𝖾а𝗱𝘪𝘯𝘨 o𝘯.с𝘰𝘮

When a commotion broke out by the door, her eyes flew open at once.

Hearing the hurried footsteps, she cast a wary glance toward the heavy iron door.

“Open up p>

In the darkness, a deep voice Amelia knew by heart reached her ears.

For a split second, she thought she was imagining things—until Wyatt’s silhouette filled the doorway.

The moment the door swung open, Wyatt dragged Wendy inside.

“Amelia! Are you alright?” Wyatt’s voice carried raw concern as his gaze swept over Amelia from head to toe.

When he saw no wounds on her, he finally exhaled in relief.

“Come over here to me p>

Amelia didn’t hesitate. The instant the words left Wyatt’s mouth, she hurried to his side.

The dim light in the basement made it hard for her to notice the injuries on his arm.

But as she drew closer, the metallic tang of blood hit her nose.

Amelia’s eyes widened with worry.

“You’re bleeding p>

Wyatt gave a faint, dismissive smile.

“It’s nothing serious p>

With Wendy held tight as his shield, Wyatt steered Amelia toward the exit.

From the shadows of the basement, Dawn’s eyes flickered with conflict.

She wanted so badly to plead with Amelia to take her along, but deep down, she knew Amelia was already struggling just to keep herself safe.

So, she sank her teeth into her lip, swallowing her words.

“Don’t worry. I’ll come back to save you,” Amelia whispered to Dawn as she passed her.

Though Dawn couldn’t see Amelia’s expression, she felt a spark of hope kindle in her chest at those quiet words.

The moment Amelia and the others stepped out of the basement, Vincent’s men swarmed in, surrounding them on all sides.

Yet neither Amelia nor Wyatt looked scared.

“Hand over your car keys,” Wyatt demanded, his tone sharp as steel.