The Returned Heiress Who Had It All (Cassia) novel Chapter 291

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Cassia followed through, grabbing the man’s collar and hurling him into the brick wall with a sickening thud.

“Holy…”

Seven sucked in a sharp breath.

This girl really doesn’t play around.

Once the rat–tailed drunk was taken down, the others–emboldened by alcohol and stupidity -charged at Cassia without hesitation.

“Draven, aren’t you going to help?” Seven asked, seeing that Draven had no intention of stepping forward.

It didn’t make sense. Wasn’t he worried about her?

“No need. She can handle it.” Draven’s gaze was fixed on Cassia, his brow slightly furrowed. Then his eyes shifted to Victoria, who was still cowering against the wall.

He remembered Cassia’s words at Dunstino Bay, spoken with a weary resignation.

“They’re ignorant. I’ve made my peace.”

He knew better. Those words were armor. Underneath, the hope for family still flickered.

Why else would she have run here without hesitation the moment she sensed her grandmother was in danger?

If she saved Victoria tonight, it could be a turning point. Perhaps the old woman’s eyes would finally open.

Seven, having been at Draven’s side for years, could read the unspoken calculation.

But…

His eyes dropped to Draven’s hand, hanging at his side.

It was clenched into a white–knuckled fist. The air around him crackled with a barely contained, violent tension.

No need, huh?

You could’ve fooled me.

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Cassia drove a fist into another man, sending him flying, then spun and delivered a roundhouse kick to the one trying to ambush her from behind.

“Goddamn!” Seven’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

She was this good?

Draven’s pupils contracted slightly, his gaze sharpening with fresh analysis.

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Just then, the drunk who had been knocked unconscious earlier staggered back up, clutching a beer bottle. He swung it toward Victoria.

Cassia saw it. She slammed the man grappling with her into the ground with a punishing thud, then sprinted toward her grandmother.

The timing was too tight. The bottle was already arcing down toward Victoria’s head. Cassia lunged the final few feet and threw her arm up to block it.

Crack!

The bottle exploded against her forearm.

Draven’s expression tightened sharply. He slammed his fist into the concrete wall beside him.

His fingers dug into the mortar, knuckles bleaching bone–white.

He could have been there. He could have stopped it.

But he’d held back for her.

For the fragile chance that this pain might buy her something real.

Victoria stared at Cassia’s arm.

For a moment, there was only silence.

Blood seeped out, vivid red against pale skin, dripping steadily.

Her face drained of color, turning even paler than Cassia’s hand as she stood frozen.

Cassia glanced down at the wound. Her expression remained eerily placid, as if she felt nothing.

Only a close observer would notice the fine sheen of sweat now beading on her forehead.

Her eyes lifted, locking onto the drunk still clutching the jagged bottleneck.

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He stared at the blood streaming down her arm, then at her utterly emotionless face. The remaining alcohol in his system seemed to evaporate into pure terror. He stumbled backward.

Cassia lowered her arm, ignoring the blood, and advanced on him slowly and relentlessly, like death itself.

“S–stay back! Don’t come closer! You’re crazy! A psycho!”

The man’s voice broke. Desperate, he lunged, driving the sharp, broken glass toward her

torso.

“Die, you bitch!”

Draven’s foot shifted.

Just as he was about to move, Cassia’s leg snapped up in a vicious front kick, connecting with the man’s kneecap.

The violent motion tore at the gash on her arm. The blood flow intensified.

Seeing her fight like someone with no regard for her own life, the remaining drunks scattered like roaches, vanishing into the deeper darkness of the alley.

Cassia watched them go, then let out a slow, controlled breath.

She turned to Victoria, who still looked shell–shocked and pallid. A slight frown touched Cassia’s lips.

Victoria seemed to gather herself after a few seconds. She stepped closer, her eyes fixed on the wound, a mask of concern settling over her features.

“That looks bad. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Faced with the first trace of concern her grandmother had ever shown her, Cassia lowered her eyes slightly.

“Okay.”

Victoria turned and noticed the scattered shopping bags on the ground.

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