?Chapter 558: Her fury boiled over as she wed at her hair in frustration.


    Didnt you im I am ill-mannered? That I shamed the Morgan family with my outbursts in the hotel? Fine! Ill show you just how crazy I can get in front of you today! With a sudden burst of fury, Lindsay unleashed her anger, smashing every vase in the living room, shing the leather sofa with a fruit knife, and leaving the coffee table in ruins.


    Wilton and Belen stood by, choosing not to intervene.


    They believed their daughter needed this release, that only after she vented her deep-rooted frustrations could they have a proper conversation.


    What they failed to realize was that Lindsay was no longer the person they once knew.


    She had once been a sheltered, naive girl, quick to show her anger in simple, straightforward ways.


    But now, something darker stirred within her, a thirst for violence and a hunger for blood.


    Lindsay shed at the sofa with reckless abandon, her movements erratic and full of fury.


    Suddenly, in the heat of her frenzy, the knife grazed Wiltons arm.


    It was a small wound, hardly more than a scratch, but it drew blood.


    Lindsay froze, gripping the knife tightly as if paralyzed, standingpletely still.


    Believing she was startled by the ident, Wilton hurried to reassure her.


    Its nothing.


    Dont me yourself.


    Think of this as an extra apology from me.


    Wilton rose from his seat, reaching out tofort Lindsay, and Belen followed suit, her voice soft with concern.


    Its okay, darling.


    Its just a scratch.


    You can help your dad apply some ointmentter.


    Explore more fiction on gα?ησν????????s????????????? They assumed Lindsay felt guilty for identally hurting Wilton, unaware that, deep down, she secretly wanted to kill him.


    Lindsays eyes zed with fury, her gaze locked onto the blood trickling down Wiltons arm, carrying a barely restrained, lethal intent.


    Her hand shot up, the knife poised to strike directly at his wound.


    Belens scream shattered the silence, yanking Lindsay back to reality.


    She nced at the knife in her hand, and with a horrified shudder, she tossed it aside as if it was something filthy.


    She sped her blood-soaked hands over her ears, her voice a broken whisper.


    No… Its not me… I didnt… Still ignoring his own injury, Wilton reached for his daughter with gentle hands, trying to calm her.


    Lindsay, its okay.


    Im fine… Caught in the frenzy of her fear and the sight of blood, Lindsay couldnt hear Wilton.


    In a wild panic, she shoved him aside and bolted toward the door.


    She had no idea why she felt this murderous urge.


    This wasnt her.


    All she ever wanted was to have her parents love back.


    But now, she couldnt understand what was happening to her.


    Wilton and Belen, determined to preserve Lindsays dignity, had sent the household staff away.


    This ensured no one could stop Lindsay as she stormed out.


    Despite his hand bleeding heavily, Wilton attempted to follow Lindsay.


    However, the severe blood loss left him too weak to keep up.


    Realizing something was wrong with Lindsay, Belen quickly helped Wilton back to the couch before retrieving the first aid kit.


    While tending to his injury, she remarked, Darling, dont you think Lindsays behavior has been unusual? Wilton, always attentive to his daughter, gazed at his wife.


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