Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 437

Chapter 437 Cut… Cut Her? 

Blood oozed from the wound. 

An intense pain shot through her arm and into her head. 

Sage clenched her teeth to suppress a scream. Holding her injured hand with her other hand, she gasped, “Guards!” 

“Get me a doctor!” 

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Damien’s grip on Cherise. Her anger turned her eyes red. “He just won’t let go, will he?” 

“Find me a doctor and a scalpel. We’ll cut through Cherise’s flesh!” 

She couldn’t believe that two people who were so exhausted they could barely stand were causing her so much trouble! 

“That might not be the best idea. 

Mr. Hampson tried to dissuade her. “I understand you’re angry, Miss Caldwell.” 

“But we should avoid shedding blood.” 

“What will you do if the young master holds a grudge against you for this?” 

“Hah!” 

Sage scoffed. “Do you really think I’m afraid of him holding a grudge against me?” 

“If I were afraid, I would prevent anyone from taking Cherise away!” 

She glared at Mr. Hampson. Tve never cared about his opinions.” 

“What I care about is the status and power that come with being Damien Lenoir’s wife and the money Danielle will give me!” 

“I couldn’t care less about who he likes or his hatred for me!” 

Mr. Hampson hesitated and shook his head helplessly. “But Miss Caldwell, cutting into her flesh…. That’s not a good idea.” 

Sage frowned. “You think that’s going too far?” 

“No one will miss her if she dies!” 

“I am Damien’s future wife and Danielle’s recognized god-sister! Will you obey my orders or not?!” 

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Mr. Hampson couldn’t argue after she scolded him. 

After hesitating, he finally sighed and instructed a guard, “Go fetch a doctor.” 

Shortly after, the guard returned with a female doctor. 

“Cut… Cut off…” 

The doctor stared at Damien’s hand on Cherise’s waist. “This…” She stammered in shock. 

She had never encountered such an irrational demand in all her years as a doctor. 

This was the first time she had witnessed something like this. 

“If you can’t do it, find someone who can!” 

Sage said through gritted teeth. 

It was such a trivial matter. She couldn’t believe they were treating Cherise like some precious object. 

First, Mr. Hampson said it wasn’t a good idea. Then the doctor couldn’t do it. 

If no one else would do it, she would! 

Sage snatched the scalpel from the doctor’s hand and approached Cherise. She pulled her arm back, ready to stab Cherise’s waist- 

“Put it down!” 

A cold and stern command rang out. It sounded like it came from an elderly person. 

Though elderly, the voice was so powerful that Sage almost dropped the scalpel. 

She furrowed her brow and unintentionally looked towards the source of the voice. 

Standing in front of the elevator was an elderly man supported by a middle-aged man. 

The elderly man’s eyes were sharp and piercing. He was dressed in a black suit, exuding wealth and superiority.