CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 33: KNIFE ATTACK INCIDENT

A few years ago, he got into a fight and faced the family rules from the old man, but luckily, they didn’t know why he fought that time.

This time, he also couldn’t let his family know he fought fiercely because of Talia.

Otherwise, the engagement might be postponed or even canceled.

Mason wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, feeling a chill down his spine, repeatedly responding, "Understood, understood."

"Go handle the paperwork," Adrian ordered in a calm voice.

"Okay, President Jennings."

Ethan, lying not far away from them, heard their conversation crystal clear.

"Ha." He raised an eyebrow, mocking with a grin, "How old are you? Still afraid of your family finding out about a fight? Giant baby?"

Adrian smiled, sending a provocative glance his way, "Others in the family don’t need to know, as long as my fiancée knows."

The words "fiancée" were too sharp, like the sharpest knife, piercing directly into Ethan’s heart.

Ethan seemed to lose all means and strength in an instant, lying defeated on the bed, staring emptily at the liquid dripping down in the IV.

The physical pain on his body was not even one ten-thousandth of his heartache.

He still couldn’t believe Talia Rhodes actually had a fiancé now.

Was it because he had previously said it was impossible to marry her, so she casually found a man to spite him?

Yes, it must be like that.

Talia loved him so much, she couldn’t live without him.

How could she be with another man?

How can she be with another man!

Understanding this, Ethan turned his head again to look at Adrian, with a hint of mockery in his eyes, "You’re someone she found to annoy me, right? Isn’t renting a boyfriend really popular online? How much are you per hour? I’ll pay ten times more, leave her, immediately! Right now!"

Adrian laughed in anger, raising an eyebrow, "If self-deception can make you feel better, I don’t mind you thinking that way."

Talia showed an incredulous expression, glaring at Ethan, "Are you sick? Do I need to find someone to pretend to be my fiancé to deceive you?"

Ethan seemed to be entranced, firmly believing Adrian was the impostor Talia found.

Talia snorted coldly, "Self-infatuated!"

Mason quickly handled the paperwork for Adrian, who got up from bed, preparing to move to a private ward.

Talia proactively took on the role of a caregiver, holding Adrian’s IV stand, carefully accompanying him as they left the ward.

Ethan couldn’t stand seeing Talia being so considerate to another man.

Unable to resist, he reached out to grab Talia’s wrist.

The bodyguard reacted quickly, slapping away Ethan’s hand, "Sir, please have some respect."

Adrian’s gaze swept past Ethan, "If you dare touch her again, I’ll break your hand!"

Ethan shouted defiantly, "Come on! Am I scared of you?"

Seeing the two were about to fight again, Talia hurriedly intervened, "Alright alright, calm down, this is a hospital."

This time, Adrian listened obediently, no longer engaging with Ethan, and left the ward following the assistant.

...

Vivian Coleman also came to Oakhaven with Ethan.

Tonight, she was originally having a get-together with several girlfriends from Oakhaven. Upon hearing Ethan was hospitalized after being beaten, she rushed to the hospital in a hurry.

"Ethan, what happened to you?" Vivian cried upon seeing Ethan’s face swollen like a pig’s head.

Ethan silently stared out the window, despondency in his eyes.

Vivian sobbed, "Who beat you? Did you call the police?"

Ethan still didn’t speak.

Vivian cried and said a lot.

Fed up, Ethan finally couldn’t help but speak, "Can you get out and give me some peace?"

Vivian sniffled, "I... I’ll stay here and take care of you."

Ethan was hurt like this, she truly felt heartbroken.

"No need." Ethan dismissed her, "I called a caregiver, you can go back."

Right now, he didn’t want to see Vivian.

If it weren’t for Vivian, he and Talia wouldn’t have reached this point.

After Talia left, he thought about her day and night.

How ridiculous.

Only after she left did he realize the person he loved was Talia.

Thinking back to neglecting Talia for Vivian and saying many hurtful things, Ethan’s heart began to ache again.

Suddenly, he remembered how Talia always wanted to marry him.

But he said many hurtful things, he said it was impossible to marry her.

What if he was willing to marry her?

Would Talia come back then?

At that thought, a light brightened in Ethan’s eyes.

If she could marry him and become the Young Madam of The Grant Family, his Talia would surely agree to reconcile!

...

The next day, Talia took the client to the Social Security Bureau early in the morning for a work injury assessment, only taking a taxi back to the law firm near midday.

The cab driver drove down the street where the law firm was located.

"What happened ahead? Why are there so many people?" The cab driver muttered to himself, then turned to Talia, "Miss, the way ahead is blocked, maybe you should get off here. It’s not far anyway, you can walk a few more steps."

Talia craned her neck, looking ahead through the windshield, and saw indeed, the road ahead was packed with people.

Strange, this street was usually never crowded, what happened today?

Talia paid the fare and opened the car door to get out.

The closer she walked, the more something felt off.

The place where people gathered seemed to be Senco Law Firm.

A sense of foreboding rose in her heart, she quickened her pace and walked a few steps toward the law firm.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted with screams, people who were just watching scattered in all directions, chaos filled the scene.

A girl ran headlong into Talia.

"Sorry." The girl’s face was filled with terror, after hurriedly apologizing, she was about to run again.

Talia grabbed her, "Can you tell me what’s happening ahead?"

"Don’t go over there, there’s trouble at the law firm ahead, someone could die, run quickly!" said the girl, bolting away.

Talia’s expression hardened upon hearing this, she started running toward the direction of the law firm.

Approaching the entrance, she heard someone shouting angrily, someone crying, someone screaming.

The voices of men and women mixed together.

Talia’s heart jolted suddenly.

The crowd had long dispersed.

She unobstructedly ran to the entrance, her heart skipped a beat.

The scene before her was horrifyingly gruesome.

The lawyer from her office, Timothy Palmer, lay in a pool of blood, the wound at his waist still gushing blood.

A man was swinging a dagger, indiscriminately stabbing people in the law firm.

The man screamed hysterically, "Screw all you damn lawyers! Trying to screw me over, come on! I’m not afraid of any of you!"

"Since you want to cut me off completely, let’s all die together! I’ll take you down with me!"

"Anyway, I’ve got nothing left, what’s a few more lives? Today I’ll kill all of you!"

"Today I’ll have all you damn lawyers buried with me!" The man shouted.

He saw a female lawyer in high heels and raised his dagger, rushing at her.

Angela Coleman was being chased around by the man, "Help! Help! Don’t kill me, I beg you! I didn’t handle your case; it’s not related to me, please don’t kill me!"

The frenzied man could no longer hear her words.

The male lawyer who handled his case had already been stabbed by him.

Now, he was mad with bloodlust, stabbing whoever he saw, not caring if the person he was stabbing was related to his case.

Angela screamed, running toward other colleagues, hoping to divert the assailant’s attention.

With attorney Timothy Palmer on the floor as a lesson, everyone at the firm was scared, no one dared to fight the assailant.

Seeing Angela about to be caught by the assailant, Talia steeled herself, kicked off her high heels, shrugged off her suit jacket, sprinted towards the assailant’s direction with all her might, swift as the wind, fast as lightning.