The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 407

The way Julia laughed made Samantha instinctively step back.

"Ms. Blair, I beg you. Please spare my daughter."

Julia knelt and bowed to Samantha several times. "I swear, my daughter will never appear in front of you again. She'll keep her head down, behave herself, and never bother you again."

"I beg you, Samantha. Help me! This woman is insane—she's lost her mind!" Ivan shouted again. "Samantha, don't believe her! I was seduced by her back then. That's why I betrayed you and our family!

"Samantha, look at me! I promise I'll come back to you. I swear I'll be a good husband to you and a good father to Sophia. Please, don't leave me like this!"

Ivan's screams echoed in the room. In this short time, he had seen just how deranged Julia really was.

She had pretended to obey him, cooking him meals, only to secretly drug his food with sleeping pills. When he woke up, he was already tied tightly to a chair, unable to move.

Meanwhile, Ruby had been set free.

When Julia saw that he was awake, she retrieved a fruit knife from the kitchen and began cutting him—slowly and deliberately.

As she sliced into him, she reminisced about their past together.

Ivan had shouted, cursed, pleaded—none of it made any difference. Julia ignored him completely.

By this time, his body was covered in wounds. Julia suddenly smiled and told him that if he could get Samantha to come and save him, she would let him go.

Then, she even helped him dial Samantha's number.

The call went through and Samantha came.

But she didn't come to save him. On the contrary, she only came to watch the show.

If it had been just Samatha, Ivan might have still held onto some hope. But it wasn't just her.

Natalie and Marcus had come too.

Both of them were ruthless—neither would show him mercy.

But Samantha was his only chance, his only hope. He had to beg her.

"Samantha, honey, please! We were husband and wife. Doesn't that mean anything? You can't just stand by and watch me die!"

Ivan sobbed, his tears and snot covering his face. As he struggled, his wounds opened up again, seeping fresh blood, making the scene even more horrific.

Samantha was disgusted. She couldn't believe she had married such a man, let alone given birth to his child.

"I don't want to watch this anymore. I'm leaving." Samantha turned toward the door. "Marcus, Natalie, let's go."

"Not watching anymore?" Natalie glanced at Ivan. "Mr. Sinclair, do you need me to report this to the authorities?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Ms. Walker, please help me!" Ivan nodded frantically.

Julia chuckled. "Ms. Walker, you're still so kind and softhearted."

"Ms. Walker, stay out of the Sinclair family's business," Samantha said, pulling Natalie back. "This is between them. It has nothing to do with us. You only came with me today to get some of Sophia's things. You saw nothing."

Natalie nodded. "I was just being polite. I wasn't planning to get involved."

Her words made it clear—she had only been teasing Ivan earlier.

Whatever hope he had left immediately turned into despair.

"Natalie, you're letting me die!"

"Don't be ridiculous!" Julia stood up, "This is just a little game between us. It has nothing to do with Ms. Walker. Besides, don't forget—we used to play like this all the time. I have proof of that."

Julia patted Ivan's face. "I'm not going to do anything to you in front of them, so what's the rush?"

"You vicious woman! I'll kill you! I'm definitely going to kill you!"

Ivan then let out a piercing scream in despair.

"Let's go."

Samantha had seen enough. She turned around without any hesitation.