qFrancesca was instantly scared out of her wits and rushed over to stop her.
However, the woman's actions were quicker as she slashed at her wrist.
In a split second, Francesca grabbed the woman's hand, wrestled the knife away from her, and ripped off part of her dress to bandage the cut.
“Let go! Let go of me!”
The woman was struggling so hard that the blade cut Francesca's hand. Even so, Francesca could not be bothered about it as she tried to hold the woman down so she could treat the wound.
“Diana...”
Just then, frantic voices were heard from outside the door. “Hurry up! Open the door!”
Very quickly, someone opened the door of the restroom.
When they saw what had happened, they were shocked.
The first lady came in with a shout, asking her subordinates to subdue her daughter before frantically asking if Francesca was okay.
This confused Francesca. Shouldn't the first lady be more concerned about her daughter? Why does she seem more worried about me instead?
“Let go of me. Let me go! Mom!”
The woman was kicking and screaming for dear life, but suddenly, a man's voice could be heard yelling, “What the blazes is happening here? Take her away!”
It was the president.
His reaction seemed to be out of anger rather than pity toward his own daughter.
Very quickly, the anger dissipated to concern as he shifted his gaze to Francesca. “Ms. Cece, are you all right?”
Francesca shook her head, her expression wary.
Just then, a pair of hands reached out from behind to hug her. Subconsciously, she turned around, only to come face to face with Danrique's gentle expression. “Are you okay?”
“I...”
“Danrique! Danrique...”
Francesca barely had time to speak when the woman wrenched herself free from the maids and lunged at Danrique. Her hands were soaked with blood as she reached up to gently touch his face. “Danrique...”
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