Chapter 630
The fall saved Soren. The blade whistled past his scalp.
He scrambled away on all fours, oursing and screaming, “Murder! She’s trying to murder me!”
Josette pounded on the door desperately, begging Rebecca not to do anything reckless.
But this was a dream. There was nothing to be afraid of. And even if she had gone back to high school like in those novels, she didn’t care.
Living an extra lifetime was already a win. This time, she would take revenge on everyone who deserved it.
As she chased the screaming Soren and Adeline around the room, someone rushed in and grabbed her tightly from behind, seizing the hand holding the knife.
“Don’t be rash, Rebecca! Calm down!” Darren said. “Don’t worry. I’m here to help. Put down the knife and leave it to me. His voice was gentle yet carried a surprising strength.
“Listen to me and let go.” Sensing her strength fading, he spoke even more softly as he pried the knife from her hand.
He quickly stepped in front of her and slammed the knife into the table. “If you don’t want to die, get out right now!”
The blade sank deep with a loud thud, the metal ringing faintly.
“Who… the hell are you?” Soren shook like a leaf.
Dario looked at the scene inside. “What’s going on here?”
“Well, they were making apple pie,” Soren stammered with a flattering smile. “Adeline said she’d make the filling but wasn’t careful with the knife. Good thing I dodged fast.”
Dario glanced at Rebecca. “Your daughter knows how to make apple pie?”
“Yes, she is very capable. She’s helped her grandma with chores since she was little. She is sensible and well–behaved,” Adeline said quickly.
This scene was all too familiar to Rebecca. Back then, at the fancy restaurant, Adeline had introduced her the same way, painting her as virtuous, capable, quiet, and hardworking, like a butcher praising the quality of her meat to get a higher price.

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