Chapter 249 On The Brink
Chapter 249 On The Brink
Sidonic’s breath snagged in her throat. <i>What </i><i>is </i><i>he </i><i>doing</i><i>? </i>Color drained from her cheeks until she looked carved from wax. Julius was going to hurl her into the river–<i>No</i><i>, </i>no, he can’t. If he truly let go<b>… </b>
Cold sweat burst across her skin, trickling in nervous rivulets while her mind spun through every <b>awful </b>possibility that waited below.
“No–let go, let go!” she cried, wing at Julius’s hand locked around her throat.
She yanked at his long, jointed fingers, but they did not budge. They gripped firmly enough to guide her, not enough to crush her windpipe. Bit by bit, he cased her past the stone balustrade. One more inch and she would topple.
A nce at the churning current told her that the weak strokes she had once learned would be useless out there.
“Trent, help me!” Sidonie’s voic
PwCracked as she hurled the plea across the roar of water.
Trent’s gaze flickered, conflict storming behind his eyes. The truth from all those years ago pressed against his ribs, threatening to burst free.
“Trent, I know you believe me, don’t you? You promised–you said you trusted me!”
“Julius, let her go. Whoever pulled me out back then, it has nothing to do with you. But <i>if </i>you push Sidonie into the river and something happens, do you really think prison won’te for you?” Trent shouted.
Julius answered coolly, “Nothing to do with me? My girlfriend was called a liar–of course, it concerns me. I’m proving she told the truth. Watch and see whether I end up behind bars after Sidonie falls?
“You’re insane–absolutely mad!” Trent’s face tightened.
Trent lunged forward, but two of Julius‘ men mmed him to the ground and pinned his arms.
Julius‘ lips curved in a faint smile. People had long called his family deranged, and perhaps they were. If so, he would dly reserve every ounce of madness for Quinn alone.
By now, more than half of Sidonie’s body hung beyond the railing. Julius needed only to loosen his grip, and gravity would finish the rest.
Trent turned <i>to </i>Quinn, desperate. “Quinn, stop him! If Sidonie falls, I’ll never forgive-”
Quinn’s gaze brimmed with scorn. “Never forgive me? You’ve worn that threat thin, Trent. Who do you ‘think you are? Your forgiveness means nothing to me.”
“I-” The rest jammed in his throat.
“During our marriage, I cared what you said because you were the man I chose to share my life <b>with</b>. <b>Now</b><b>? </b>You’re nothing to me.” Her voice was frigid enough to frost the air.
An icy shudder ran through Trent. The loathing in her eyes sliced deeper than the river <b>ever </b>could.
<b>12 </b>
Inu, 240
Chapter 249 On The Brink
“Since you’re <b>so </b>sure Sidonic saved you, this is the perfect chance for her to prove it. <b>Today </b><b>the </b><b>water </b><b>is </b>calmer than that night. If she once hauled a man stabbed eight times to safety, she <b>ought </b>to <b>reach </b><b>the </b>shore alone now, shouldn’t she?” Quinn said.
Words deserted Trent.
Standing beside Quinn, Laura drawled, “<b>If </b>someone can haul a man stabbed eight times out of this river, Ms. Stonehurst must be an Olympic–level swimmer. I’m eager to watch the show.”
Color rushed into Sidonie’s cheeks, then drained away. People had once addressed her <b>as </b>“Ms. Stonehurst<b>” </b>with breathless admiration, and she had savored every syble. Now–dismissed and disgraced–<b>that </b>same title scraped across her nerves like broken ss.
Han snapped, “Enough. If you’re going to toss her over, do it and stop yapping.”
Julius shed a smile. “Exactly–no more empty words.” With that he let his fingers slip <b>free</b><b>. </b>
Sidonie shrieked, “No–please! If I fall, I’ll die! I… I never rescued Trent. When I found him<b>, </b>someone had already dragged him out. The ambnce arrived, the medics thought I was the hero, <b>so.I </b>simply went with them to the hospital.”