WorldNovelChapter 273: Kellan tilted his head, casting a sideways glance.
He knew full well that Allison was offering him a hand.
But why? Allison had no personal stake in this disaster.
Nova and Hoyt were walking disasters themselves, and any rational person would keep their distance.
Allisons smile remained soft, but her voice dripped with sarcasm, clearly agitating Hoyt even more.
Ahhhh! Though his mother tried to shield his head, the hot coffee still splattered over him, searing his skin and forcing a pained scream from his lips.
You witch! Youll regret this! Hoyt had never been treated this way in his life.
Despite being born out of wedlock, he had been pampered endlessly, getting whatever he wanted without lifting a finger.
This was the first ta woman had dared to humiliate him like this.
A few moments earlier, Kellan had knocked him down.
Now, scalded by the burning liquid, Hoyt lay helpless, looking like a soaked, beaten dog.
Nova was no better off.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe coffee soaked through her clothes, turning her skin red with burns.
She struggled to maintain her composure, but the pain was too much to hide.
Kellan, is this how you manage your people? Even if you despise Hoyt and me, you shouldnt allow us to be injured on purpose.
Normally, she wore a mask of gentleness, but now her face was cold and severe, radiating hostility. Nova fought to control her anger as she moved toward Allison.
Miss Clarke, if your parents failed to raise you properly, then III gladly teach you smanners myself. She reached out, intending to slap Allison.
From Allisons vantage, Novas attempt seemed clumsy, her movements sluggish, and her stance unsteady. She could barely keep her balance as she extended her hand.
Allisons voice was sharp, laced with mockery.
Only the dead can raisenow.
If you feel up to the task, go ahead.
Her expression remained calm, as if nothing unusual were happening, but her dark eyes locked onto Novas, and for a moment, Nova felt like she was staring into a cold abyss.
For a split second, a jolt of fear coursed through Nova.
Could Allison be capable of such violence? No, that couldnt be.
It had to be a trick of the mind.
The unsettling feeling only fueled Novas anger.
How dare this younger woman challenge her? Im not afraid of anyone, she hissed, lifting her hand, ready to strike Allison.
Though she knew she couldnt lash out at Kellan without facing consequences, she thought she could easily torment Allison in his presence.
Floyd, observing from a distance, furrowed his brow and tightened his grip on the scalpel he held.
He was mere seconds away from stepping in, fully aware of how to inflict harm without jeopardizing vital areasand leaving Nova crippled for life.
But before Floyd could intervene, Kellan grabbed Novas wrist.
Youre playing with death.
His voice was as calm as the eye of a storm, yet powerful.
The veins in his hand bulged, making it impossible for Nova to break free.
Allison glanced at Kellan, now standing protectively in front of her.
Her thoughts flashed back to that moment in the elevator when theyd kissed.
He had been forceful then, too.
That kiss had been more than just a physical exchange; it had been a clash of wills, a silent battle.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe had intended to treat it as nothing but a game, yet somehow, they had both been drawn deeper. Kellans untamed intensity always pulled her in, tand tagain.
It was happening again.
He could have let someone else handle the situation, or taken care of it quietly in the shadows.
But no, he was doing it in plain sight, right before her eyes.
If she handed him a blade, he wouldnt hesitatehe would execute her enemies without flinching, with a confidence bordering on arrogance. Kellan acted as if consequences were an afterthought.
A sharp crack echoed across the room.
Novas face turned ghostly pale before she let out a blood-curdling scream.
Let go... let go! Ahhhh! No matter how hard she tried to maintain hercdignity, all her composure crumbled under the crushing grip of his hand. He had broken her wrist, just like he had done to her son moments ago.
Once, even if Kellan loathed her and Hoyt, he wouldnt have crossed that line so blatantly.
But today, he was different.
His usual headaches seemed absent, replaced by a terrifying, deep ragel that chorned beneath his calm surface. In that moment, he truly looked capable of killing her.
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