He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 225

Juniper sat back down, her expression grim.

"Juniper, Felicity will be here soon. I don't need you to drop to your knees. Just give her a proper apology so she can let this go."

Was she supposed to be grateful for her mercy?

Juniper found it laughable and remained silent. At that moment, the door swung open, and Felicity Lawrence marched in.

She had brought her little entourage of lackeys with her. Clearly, she felt she had lost face in front of them last time and was here to reclaim her dominance.

Seeing the extra audience, Cecilia frowned. She had explicitly told Felicity to come alone.

Felicity crossed her arms, tilting her chin up haughtily. "Mom, did you finish talking to her? The wound on my hand still hasn't healed. I already know exactly how I'm going to pay her back. She's going to grovel and beg, and then I'm going to take this knife and slice her face twice. Only then will I forgive her."

She pulled out a folding pocketknife, flicked it open, and glared viciously at Juniper's face.

Before coming here, she had promised Lydia Thorne that she would ruin Juniper's face.

Lydia had repeatedly warned her not to be impulsive, reminding her that today was Nelson's birthday.

Felicity had secretly rolled her eyes. So what if it was her cousin's birthday? He was busy having dinner with his wife and kid right now. He definitely wouldn't have time to care about Juniper.

Juniper found the absurdity of it all genuinely hilarious and let out a soft laugh.

Felicity's temper flared. The sound of her laughter was like a lit match. "What the hell are you laughing at?"

Juniper looked at Cecilia. "Ms. Saint, it seems we have nothing left to discuss."

Cecilia's brow furrowed. This clearly wasn't the type of apology she had anticipated. "Felicity..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Felicity lunged forward, gripping the pocketknife tightly, aiming a vicious slash right at Juniper's face.

"I'm going to ruin that pretty face of yours! Let's see how you seduce Nelson then!"

Juniper had reached her absolute limit. She raised her leg and planted a brutal kick square into Felicity's stomach.

The jagged edge of the shard stopped a fraction of an inch from her eyeball. Terrified beyond reason, Felicity collapsed to the floor and lost control of her bladder.

Her legs turned to jelly. She couldn't stand up even if she wanted to.

Juniper's voice was deathly calm. "I warned you to stay away from me. I have absolutely nothing left to lose, which means I am afraid of nothing. Felicity, I could carve up your face right now and blind you. I don't care if I go to prison. This miserable, rotten life of mine means nothing to me anyway."

The tip of the porcelain shard gently grazed Felicity's cheek, sliding back and forth, threatening to slice open her skin at any second.

Massive tears streamed down Felicity's face. She had assumed Juniper was an easy target, a pushover. She never imagined that pushing her into a corner would unleash a complete psychopath—someone who genuinely didn't care about the consequences.

She smelled her own urine and felt a crushing wave of humiliation. But there was no room for anger anymore, only a paralyzing, bone-chilling fear. She trembled violently. "Mom, save me... please, save me..."

The girl who had been radiating arrogance a minute ago was now reduced to a pathetic, sobbing mess.

Clutching her bleeding shoulder, the last remnants of color faded from Cecilia's face. "Juniper... please. For the sake of the knife I just took for you... put the glass down."