Gently, Zachary arranged Charlotte’s hair as he wiped away the splatters of blood across her cheeks. The sight of her bloodstained bridal gown sent a stab of pain through his heart.
Charlotte was in a deep slumber. It seemed like she was free from the pain of the poison.
Zachary stroked her cheek with a tender touch and ran his thumb over her lips as he looked at her with a gaze full of longing.
I love her. I wish Charlotte nothing but happiness and peace.
He had endured countless obstacles in order to walk down the aisle with Charlotte.
Yet all of a sudden, his path was blocked off once again. It seemed as if his insistence would kill countless people, including her.
This forced him to halt his progress and search for another path.
Knock knock! Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Spencer’s voice rang out, “Mr. Zachary, we’re coming in.”
As the door was pushed open, Spencer pushed Henry, who was in his wheelchair, into the room. Dozens of the Nacht family’s elite bodyguards trailed behind them, holding Zara captive.
“Have you made up your mind?” inquired Henry icily.
Without saying anything, Zachary removed his blazer and covered Charlotte’s body.
“Still can’t bear to part with her?” Henry stared at an unconscious Charlotte and declared, “If this drags on, she’ll die before I even take action!”
At his words, Zachary stirred. He turned and glared at Zara menacingly. “Give me the antidote.”
“Who do you think you are?” sneered Zara. “When your father was alive, he dared not talk to me this way.”
Without warning, Zachary’s fist landed on the coffee table. Bang! Glass shards flew everywhere.
Everyone was taken aback, including Zara.
Grabbing a knife from the table, Zachary pressed it on Zara’s neck. “If you don’t give me the antidote, you’ll die!”
“Ha!” Zara arched a brow sarcastically, unfazed by his threat.
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