?<strong>Chapter 602:</strong>


    Anna’sposure shatteredpletely, unraveling in a whirlwind of emotions. It was painfully clear she was spiraling, caught in the throes of an uncontroble episode. Her face contorted, veins bulging on her forehead as murderous intent zed in her eyes.


    Anna gritted her teeth, her hand trembling as she slowly pulled a knife. “Kallie, do you think I won’t kill you?” The bodyguards, usually stoic andposed, faltered at the sight of Anna’s deranged state.


    As the bodyguards moved to intervene, Anna lunged with wild strength, stabbing one of them. Blood spurted from the bodyguard’s wound as he copsed to the floor.


    Kallie’s mind raced, ducking behind a nearby table, buying herself precious seconds as she calcted the time.


    Just as Anna charged, knife raised to strike, the door burst open.


    “Stop!” Ernesto’s voice boomed, sharp with authority.


    The tension in the room was palpable as Ernesto wheeled himself in, his urgency pushing him to almost rise from his chair.


    Several more bodyguards rushed in, swiftly restraining Anna, but her fury was far from spent.


    Anna thrashed and screamed, eyes bloodshot and wild. The crowd exchanged uneasy nces, most of them unaware of Anna’s struggle with mental illness.


    With so many eyes on them, any chance for Ernesto to shield Anna or cover up her outburst had vanished. His cold gaze swept over the chaotic scene, resting on Anna with disdain.


    “Anna, have you forgotten what you promised me?” Ernesto asked, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. “Is this really the time for that? Do you have any idea who you’re putting in danger?”


    Anna’s rage subsided under Ernesto’s withering re, and slowly, the reality of her actions dawned on her. Tears welled up in her eyes as her body shook.


    “Dad… It wasn’t my fault. Kallie provoked me. She’s trying to manipte you! She’s the one who’s scheming!” Anna cried, her voice cracking.


    “Shut up!” Ernesto barked, his anger surging again, a violent coughing fit.


    Ernesto waved a hand, dismissing Anna. “Take her away. I don’t want to see her face today.”


    Anna, stunned, tried to protest but was quickly dragged away, her cries fading down the hallway.


    Saniya, standing quietly behind Ernesto’s wheelchair, gently patted his back, soothing him. “Mr. Perry, don’t let your anger take over. Remember, you’ll be healthy again soon. Right now, your health is far more important.”


    Ernesto found Saniya’s wordspelling, and gradually, he felt his anger dissipate like mist in the morning sun. Ernesto nced at Kallie, a strange smile ying on his lips. “Did Anna tell you everything?”


    Kallie, her heart pounding in her chest, quickly knelt before Ernesto. “Mr. Perry, I beg you, spare my life. I’ll do anything you ask. I’ll be honored if my child serves your purpose.”


    Ernesto pursed his lips, his expression dripping with disdain at Kallie’s desperate groveling. But on second thought, if he pushed Kallie too far and caused a miscarriage, the consequences would be disastrous.


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