When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 781

Lemira was genuinely startled. Wasn't that "two-faced" girl supposed to be locked up?

When did she get out?

Seeing Evelina in such a disheveled state—her face marked with bruises, as if she'd been beaten—Lemira realized things must have gone terribly for her these past couple of days at the Langston residence. She wondered if it was Evander or Asher who had laid a hand on her.

Evelina glared at Lemira with such ferocity, her eyes bloodshot and filled with a murderous rage.

Lemira’s gaze turned icy. “Your father is a murderer. If he ends up being cut to pieces, he’d deserve every bit of it.”

“Lemira, you bitch! I’ll kill you!”

Since learning her father had been captured by Lemira, Evelina had been consumed with worry.

Without warning, she rushed at Lemira, clutching a paring knife in her hand.

Seeing the sudden attack, Lucian dashed forward. “Lemmy, look out!”

Before Lemira could respond, Lucian yanked her back protectively, gripping her wrist so tightly it hurt.

Evelina missed with her first swing and, undeterred, lunged a second time—this time aiming straight for Lemira’s face.

Asher stepped in, catching the knife barehanded. Blood began to drip down, splattering onto Lemira’s cheek.

She stared at the knife so close to her face, her heart finally settling.

All because Lucian had jumped in unexpectedly, she’d nearly been killed!

“Lemmy, are you alright?”

Lemira kept silent, shoving Lucian away. “Who asked you to interfere?”

“I—I was worried about you.”

From the side, Evander interjected, “Lemira, have you no conscience? Lucian just saved your life.”

Lemira shot back with biting sarcasm. “Thanks to him jumping in, I was nearly disfigured by Evelina!”

With her current skills, getting out of Evelina’s way wouldn’t have been a challenge at all.

After seeing Asher’s hand was wounded, Evelina instantly let go of the knife and backed away in a panic, stumbling several steps.

“Wh—what are you doing?”

Feeling the chill of steel on her cheek, Evelina broke out in a cold sweat.

Lemira’s tone was flat. “What do you think? I’m about to do what you just tried to do.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

Terrified, Evelina looked pleadingly at Evander. “Evander, please help me! I don’t want my face ruined. Didn’t you say my face was always your favorite?”

Evander looked at Evelina with a mix of longing and resentment.

After all, she was the woman he’d loved for so many years—he hated what she’d become, but he also craved having her dependent on him as her only hope.

Seeing his hesitation, Evelina started to sob. “Evander, you promised you’d take care of me no matter what happened. Have you forgotten? Please, I’m begging you!”

She was terrified of being disfigured.

Evander seemed to savor the desperation in her eyes, then finally said to Lemira, “Let her go.”