Divorce Clock Ticking (Kenneth and Angela) novel Chapter 61

Just when Angela felt exhausted, there was a sudden hurt on her arm. When she saw the injection syringe, she reached out to pull it out with a cold face.

However, half of the drug had already been injected into her body. She used her last strength to inject the remaining half of the drug into the man's body and fell.

When Kenneth and his people arrived, he saw Angela lying on the ground, covered in blood.

He frowned, saying in a dangerous voice, "Catch them all."

Peter saw Angela fall, and before he could even feel relieved, he noticed a group of well-dressed men suddenly appearing around him, swiftly subduing all of his henchmen.

The moment he saw the man in the wheelchair, he panicked.

"Mr. Sinclair... Why are you here?"

Kenneth didn't even look at Peter. With Kevin's help, he carefully held Angela in his arms.

"Call the doctor over."

Seeing the injuries on Angela's body and the slap marks on her face, Kenneth's eyes filled with rage.

He looked at Peter coldly as if looking at a dead man.

"You slapped her?"

Looking at Kenneth's cold face, Peter dared not admit it and quickly shook his head. "No...I didn't..."

Kenneth sneered, "I gave you a chance, but you refused to talk. It's alright. You'll never talk again."

As he finished speaking, his subordinate walked up to Peter, grabbed his chin, and raised the knife.

The next second, Peter fell and moaned in pain, but he couldn't say a word.

Fear was in his eyes. He rolled on the ground in pain and crawled to Kenneth to beg for mercy, but Kenneth looked away indifferently.

"Mr. Sinclair, what should we do with these people?"

"An eye for an eye. Let them suffer the pain Angela just endured." Kenneth's voice was cold.

"What about Mr. Wilson?"

"Kill him."

*****

It was two days later when Angela woke up.

Finding herself in the bedroom of the villa, she immediately understood that seeing Kenneth before she fell into a coma was not an illusion. He had come and saved her.

Angela pressed her lips with mixed feelings.

She wanted to make a clean break with Kenneth, but now, she owed him a big favor.

When Angela was upset, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Kenneth slowly approached Angela in his wheelchair with a bowl of beef stew.

Angela's heart skipped a few beats when she saw him.

She bit her lower lip and whispered, "Thank you for saving me, Mr. Sinclair."

Kenneth stopped at the bedside and handed her the beef stew in his hand. "Eat it. The drug Peter inserted you before was very poisonous and caused a physical deficit. You need to rest for a while."

"Thanks."

Angela took the beef stew, lowered her head, and ate it slowly. For a while, neither of them spoke.

It wasn't until Angela finished eating that Kenneth said calmly, "It's dangerous for you to live alone. You'd better to move back."

Angela remained silent for a few seconds, then looked up at Kenneth and said, "No need. It was an accident this time, and after we get divorced, I will live alone."

Kenneth frowned. A look of displeasure flashed across his eyes.

"Move back first, and then leave when we are divorced."