The knife in Nathen's hand stabbed toward Avery's lower abdomen.
Avery was in a trance for a moment and forgot to dodge. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the tip of the scalpel. He did not allow the knife to stab into his body.
He did not even feel the pain in his hand, and his voice was pretty low as if he was muttering to himself, "I did not expect this to happen. I did not know that this would be so serious."
He just could not accept that Darlene was still thinking about Gustave. He just wanted to truly possess her so that he would know that Darlene still belonged to him alone.
At this point, her smiling face did not belong to him. Her happiness did not belong to him. She could smile at another man, but when facing him, Avery, she would only reveal a gaze of hatred and death.
Avery just wanted to prove that she still belonged to him.
Avery shook his head. "I really didn't expect such a result."