The Heartbreak Prescription novel Chapter 622

Chapter 622

Harry collapsed, and Wendy quickly pressed her hands over his wond.

“Hang in there,” she said urgently. “I’ll treat you right away!”

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She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Never in her wildest thoughts did she expect Harry would throw himself in front of her like that, taking the knife meant for her.

Harry gave a small shake of his head. He already knew–it was too late. He was at the end of the road. His eyes, full of guilt and regret, locked on Wendy. There was so much he wanted to say, but all he could manage was a strained, broken whisper.

“I’m…sorry…”

As the words left his lips, his hand dropped limply to the side, and he closed his eyes.

Wendy clutched him. “Don’t give up! I can save you! Just hold on a little longer…”

Lilian crouched beside them and placed her fingers beneath Harry’s nose. There was no breath.

Harry was gone.

He had died, and it was by her hand.

Wendy looked up at Lilian, her voice trembling with shock and disbelief. “Why would you do this? You tried to kill me? I’m your daughter–your own flesh and blood!”

She was stunned. Long had she accepted that Lilian favored Jessica and barely tolerated her, but this… This was something else. Lilian had actually raised a knife against her. Lilian wasn’t just cruel–she was willing to kill her.

If Harry hadn’t stepped in, Wendy knew she would be the one lying there, dead.

Jessica didn’t shed a single tear for Harry. She wasn’t even sad. All she could think about was replacing him with Horace. She was furious Harry had stepped in to protect Wendy. They were so close to ending Wendy!

“It’s not over yet, Mom!” Jessica urged in a low hiss. “You killed the wrong one. Hurry up and finish Wendy off! This is your chance–we might not get another!”

Fueled by hatred, Lilian snatched the bloodstained knife and rose to her feet. She stared at Wendy, venom in her eyes. “I’ve never liked you. I want you gone. You don’t deserve to live!”

With that, she lunged, driving the blade toward Wendy with all her strength.

Before the knife could reach her, Wendy struck; swiftly and without warning, she jabbed a needle into a pressure point on

Lilian’s wrist.

Lilian’s hand went numb. The knife slipped from her fingers and clattered onto the carpet.

Wendy stared Lilian down, her voice ice–cold. “You really are out of your mind. You just murdered someone. You’ll spend the rest of your life behind bars.”

“What are you doing, Mom?” Jessica screamed from the side. “Pick up the knife! Kill her now! We’re so close–just one more step!”

Unwilling to give up, Lilian bent down and scrambled for the knife again, ready to strike one more time.

Just then, the door burst open with a loud crash, Atall, broad figure stormed into the room.

It was Stanley.

Panic flashed in Jessica’s eyes. It was too late–he had come.

Stanley’s fierce gaze locked onto Lilian. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

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