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Chapter 279
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Chapter 279 Chapter 279 Two men pinned Charlotte down as Tricia pulled out a knife. "Aren't you Professor Carstairs's star pupil? The brilliant surgeon? Tell me, if I ruin your right hand, do you think you'll ever hold a scalpel again?" Charlotte glared at her, eyes burning red, but she didn't make a sound.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Tricia's face-she knew that with a single stroke, there'd be no turning back.

But she loathed Charlotte's unbreakable pride. Charlotte deserved to be trampled beneath her feet, to spend her life looking up in awe and envy.

With a vicious swing, Tricia plunged the knife down. The moment the blade pierced Charlotte's hand, a searing pain shot through her, forcing a strangled cry from her lips. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her face drained of all color. Still, she refused to beg for mercy.

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Even the two hardened men holding her recoiled, beads of cold sweat breaking out as they witnessed the brutality.

Tricia's smile grew ever more twisted. Watching Charlotte reduced to agony finally satisfied the bitter hatred she'd nursed for so long.

When the knife was yanked free, pain exploded through Charlotte's hand-so intense it felt as though every drop of blood was draining from her body. She collapsed to the floor, her right hand numb and useless.

Tricia crouched beside her, gripping Charlotte's chin. "Lettell you a secret. The day your mother fell from that balcony-it really was an accident. I even grabbed her hand, but... I let go on purpose." Charlotte had always suspected Tricia was involved in Rachel's death. But to hear her recount it so coldly, so carelessly, sent a fresh shudder of hatred through her. She wanted nothing more than to see Tricia dragged to justice.

"I never meant to kill her," Tricia went on, voice dripping with mock innocence. "But she overheard things she shouldn't have. Oh, and you 1/3 14-13 Chapter 279 know how I dodged Evander's investigation all those years ago? That was thanks to Mr. Pembroke. Your damned brother and your father-he played a big part in their deaths." Charlotte froze, unable to make a sound. It wasn't just the revelation about her brother and father that stunned her-it was the single, unmistakable red birthmark on Tricia's wrist, half-hidden beneath her watch strap. Rachel had once said her daughter bore a mark just like that, small as a pinky nail, right on her wrist.

Tricia smirked at Charlotte's blank, shell-shocked stare, then stood up in triumph. As she turned to leave, Charlotte's left hand shot out and grabbed her ankle.

Through gritted teeth and pain-blanched lips, Charlotte managed a bitter, broken laugh. “Tricia, someday, you're going to regret all of this." Tricia kicked her hand away and strode out, locking the door behind her with the men. Mrs. Carstairs had said this old winery was always deserted, and there were no security cameras. By the tanyone found Charlotte, she'd have bled to death.

But as Tricia and her men stepped outside, they stopped dead in their tracks. A group was approaching the vineyard.

Evander stooped to pick up a phone from the grass, his gaze slowly lifting to meet Tricia's.

She flinched. "Ev-Evander?" His eyes darted toward the locked door behind her. He started forward, but Tricia leapt to block his way. "Evander, there's nothing inside! Don't-" "Out of my way!" Evander shoved her aside and kicked the door open.

When he saw Charlotte crumpled on the floor, her hand mangled and blood pooling beneath her, his chest tightened with dread. He rushed to her side, gathering her in his arms. "Charlotte!" Her lips were cracked, her eyelids too heavy to lift.

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Natalie hurried over with a first aid kit. "Mr. Howard, we need to stop the bleeding how

Evander cradled Charlotte close, his voice low and fierce "Be careful. Don't hurt her."

As the bodyguards blocked Tricia and her men from escaping, Evander carried Charlotte outside.

Tricia m ve panicked dropped to her knees and grabbed at his coat. "Evander, please, letexplain! This was all Mrs. Carstairs's idea-I had no choice!" 14-13t 3/3