"How dare you still defend yourself!"
Ambrose's gaze was bloodshot as he roared the words, "There were only the two of you in the room, who else could it have been? I'm going to have your head for hurting my Heather."
Ambrose had lost all sense of logic then, raising a hand to cast a blow in Veron's direction.
Buzz!
The blow was one channeled out of pure rage and hatred, hurtling through the air and constricting the atmosphere of the room.
Veron was still in bed and could not dodge the blow at all as she screamed, "Ambrose Darby, you madman…"
Amidst her fury, Veron was also unspeakably panicked.
How had Heather gotten injured in her room? Veron had no way of defending herself; was she going to die right here?
At the same time, Darryl and Chester's expressions shifted as well.
Following that, Darryl swooped in front of Ambrose. He lifted a hand, vanishing Ambrose's move completely.
"Ambrose. Calm yourself," Darryl took a deep breath, speaking in a consoling manner.
Ambrose stopped short. He seemed to be thrown off guard by the fact that his father would have blocked him, and said, "She hurt Heather, Father. I can't forgive her for something like that."
As he spoke, Ambrose glowered ferociously at Veron.
Darryl took a deep breath. "Calm down, Ambrose. Miss Veron hasn't even recovered from that blow she cast at you in the main hall. How could she have the strength to hurt Heather to such an extent?"
Darryl's expression was nothing but serious as she spoke.
He could clearly sense that Heather's heart vein had been shattered, something that Veron would not be capable of doing in her current state.
As the words rang through the air, Chester and the rest nodded in agreement as well.
"He's right, Ambrose. Please think about it."
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