Chapter 194: Chapter 194: Be good, don’t be afraid
Daisy Ginger was stunned for a moment, seeing the blood on Edward Stephens’ hand suddenly drench his entire wrist. Her eyes were wide with rage, struggling frantically.
Edward Stephens kicked back, the blade stuck in his knuckles, unable to pull it out. The person quickly abandoned the knife and retreated, letting out a quiet chuckle.
Edward Stephens turned around, shielding Daisy Ginger behind him, and looked up towards Ian Linton standing not far away.
He was as usual in a white shirt and black pants, clean and tidy. His face had a gentle and refined expression, no different from when they first met, except the back of his fair hand was stained with the blood that had splattered from his palm. That bit of blood lent a murderous aura to his gentleness.
"Daisy," Edward Stephens looked at Ian Linton, but his voice was directed at Daisy Ginger, "I’m fine, calm down."
Daisy Ginger stared fixedly at his palm, tears had already fallen from her eyes; she never wanted to see him get hurt for her again...
"I’m fine." Edward Stephens tore his shirt, ripping off a piece from the hem, and quickly wrapped it around the wound, "This small injury will be fine in a few days. I don’t scar easily, don’t worry."
Daisy Ginger’s chest heaved violently as she suppressed her sobs; her struggles gradually quieted down. In the room, the subtle clinking of chains gradually fell into silence, replaced only by the constant surging sound of waves rolling in from not far away.
"The police will be here soon." Edward Stephens looked at Ian Linton, his gaze concealed a sharp killing intent like a blade, "You can’t escape."
Ian Linton laughed lightly, took a step back, wiping the blood off the back of his hand, seemingly with extreme disgust. "Young Master Edward, you always come sooner than I anticipated."
Edward Stephens ignored his words, looking at Ian Linton, he asked, "Why did you hurt her?"
"I hurt her?" Ian Linton sounded as if he’d heard a very funny joke, letting out a quiet laugh, "I’m doing what’s best for her, she’ll know eventually. The one who hurt her is you, Edward Stephens, see what you’ve done to her since you came back?!"
Edward Stephens glanced at Daisy Ginger out of the corner of his eye, his expression calm as he observed Ian Linton’s expression and said, "You’re crazy."
Poisoning Ervin Osteen, then causing a car accident to kidnap Daisy Ginger, holding her captive here, causing a citywide uproar, and yet believes he’s doing her good.
This person is not mentally stable.
"I don’t know if I’m crazy, but I know, you deserve to die the most." Ian Linton said the last word, his tone already tinged with resentment, his refined face showed a slight twist, stressing each word, "If I kill you, she will be free. Edward Stephens, turning into this, you’d be better off having died eight years ago."
Edward Stephens’ expression remained unchanged, he lifted his chin slightly, "Bring it on."
He wanted to see how this man planned to kill him.
"Young Master Edward, don’t you know what the electrodes stuck on her temple are for?" Ian Linton suddenly laughed lowly, with a somewhat sinister and treacherous tone. He opened his hand, showing the button he held in his palm, "If I just press it——"
A painful cry suddenly came from behind Daisy Ginger!
Edward Stephens’ complexion changed, his whole body’s muscles tensed up.
"——it will continuously emit electric currents, stimulating the brain... it’s very painful, I tried it, couldn’t endure it at all." Ian Linton cruelly laughed at him, taking out a trident knife from his pocket, pointing it at Edward Stephens, "What will you do, Young Master Edward? If you dare turn around, I’ll kill you. We are so close, you can’t dodge my attack."
Edward Stephens glanced at him, without hesitation turned around, pulling the convulsing Daisy Ginger into his arms, he tore off the electrodes stuck to her temple.
God knows how many times she had endured this torture; when he pulled off the electrodes that were stuck extremely firmly with his hand, patches of her skin were torn and peeled off, showing a scorched and carbonized hue.
He completed this action in just one second, during a flash of lightning between heaven and earth, Ian Linton had already lunged towards him. He was about to raise his hand to block his attack, but saw Ian make a low move, dodging his fist, stabbing towards Daisy Ginger’s fragile neck in his arms!
He was actually here to kill Daisy Ginger!
Edward Stephens’ pupils contracted violently for a moment, and the fist he swung out was already irretrievable. With his other hand holding Daisy Ginger, instinctively, he lunged forward, pressing Daisy Ginger down onto the bed. With a "squeak," the trident knife in Ian Linton’s hand stabbed into his back.
The severe pain put a veil of blood mist over his eyes, the blade didn’t stop at all, nearly piercing his back and chest through. If he hadn’t blocked the knife, Ian Linton’s move could almost have sliced Daisy Ginger’s entire neck!
Ian Linton slowly pulled out the knife, standing behind him with a quiet laugh. He whispered, "Young Master Edward, how can you still be as stupid as eight years ago? Making the same mistake?"
The trident knife had carved two holes straight in his body. Edward Stephens had seen the bleeding power of this kind of knife, knowing that even pressing the wound couldn’t stop the blood loss, so he simply ignored it. He slowly sat up from the bed, looked at Ian Linton not far away, and asked, "What did Ervin Osteen say to you?"
"Not much." Ian Linton’s slender fingers played with the knife blade, calmly saying, "Just some details from eight years ago. I didn’t expect that you would fall for the same trick twice."
Edward Stephens squinted his eyes: "You really want to kill her."
Ian Linton’s eyes flickered slightly, his gaze fell on Daisy Ginger and then withdrew, he replied lightly and seriously, "It’s better for her to die than to live alone in submission under your shadow."
"She is not your toy," Edward Stephens said, "You have no right to dictate how she falls for someone."
In the air, the sound of helicopter rotors was heard—it was the police helicopter arriving.
Ian Linton fell silent, he glanced at the two people opposite, then dropped the knife in his hand, and slowly walked out of the room.
Edward Stephens turned around, looking at Daisy Ginger shaking uncontrollably on the bed, her face pale.
His gaze softened, lifting his blood-stained hand, gently caressed her face, and then tore off the clear tape on her mouth, softly saying, "Be good, don’t be afraid."
Sticky blood flowed down from his lips. Daisy Ginger was too scared to utter a sound, her mind was blank, her hands locked, unable to wipe the blood flowing from the corner of his lips; her eyes were like two glass marbles frozen solid, not daring to even look at the blood continuously and turbulently flowing from his body...
Until Edward Stephens slowly, collapsed, gradually falling onto her body.