Chapter 7

Seeing Sophia’s face flush crimson as she struggled in agony, Viktor gritted his teeth and chopped his hand down, aiming for the back of Dante's neck.

"Swoosh!"

A flash of silver light streaked past. Before Viktor could even touch Dante, his palm was pierced clean through by a sharp, slender dagger. He instantly grimaced in agony.

“Viktor, how dare you lay a hand on him!” I snapped coldly.

At that moment, Dante’s grip loosened. Sophia collapsed to the floor, sucking in great gulps of air.

She didn't even take a moment to catch her breath. Pointing a finger at me, she looked at my parents with an aggrieved expression.

“It was Katya! I was just making small talk with her about what’s been happening at home these past few days, and she flew into a jealous rage! She tricked this cripple into trying to kill me!”

“Dad! Mom! I almost never saw you again!”

With that, she threw herself into my mother’s arms and began to sob quietly.