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    Even though Lise knew that Katelyn’s words were meant to stir up tension and provoke conflict, she still couldn’t stop herself from asking. She had sacrificed her chance to ever have children, all for the hope of being with Neil again. The chances of Katelyn actually firing the gun were slim, but Neil refused to take even that small risk. Instead, he used Lise as his shield.


    Perhaps the pain in Lise’s eyes became too evident, as Neil finally noticed and said, “How could I not be willing to die for you? Even if I survived, it would only be to seek revenge for what was done to you.”


    Lise didn’t respond. She kept her thoughts to herself, but resentment swelled within her. Why did her life seem cursed, surrounded by either naive fools or maniptive rogues? It seemed like every bit of luck had somehownded in Katelyn’sp. Why did she deserve that?


    Katelyn’s patience had worn thin. With a casual tone, she asked, “Have you made up your mind? Who’s going to die?”


    A tinge of hesitation appeared in Lise’s eyes. Even if this was all just for show, she didn’t want to continue ying the role of someone willing to sacrifice herself for Neil anymore. He simply wasn’t worth it.<fn0e84> ??? ????? ???????s ??? ?????s??? ?? f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?</fn0e84>


    If it hadn’t been for Neil’s family status and the title of Mrs. Wheeler, she would have left him behind a long time ago.


    Neil’s voice wavered as he uttered, “Lise…”


    He expected her to step in as his shield once again. However, this time, Lise bit her lip in silence.


    At that moment, Katelyn grabbed a small knife from the nightstand and threw it at their feet. It was just a small fruit knife, but it was sharp enough to cause real harm.


    “How about we switch to something more interesting? Whoever manages to stab the other gets to leave this room alive,” Katelyn said with a mocking smile tugging at her lips. Her eyes gleamed with amusement and contempt.


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    In that moment, she wasn’t just the winner; she was the one in control, pulling every string and dictating how this twisted scenario would unfold.


    This new game was far more terrifying than the previous one.


    Earlier, Lise and Neil had clung to the hope that Katelyn wouldn’t act. But now, they were forced to confront the harsh reality of having to stab one another. The knifey on the floor, within easy reach for either of them, if they dared to grab it.


    Both Neil and Lise fixed their eyes on the knife. Neither moved, likely paralyzed by fear and uncertainty.


    “I’ll count to three,” Katelyn said casually, reaching for a pillow and leaning back, settlingfortably behind her. She was practically grinning from ear to ear. “Three.”


    Lise and Neil remained frozen.


    The first one to pick up the knife would have the advantage.


    Katelyn hadn’t set anyplicated rules. Even the smallest cut would be enough for the one holding the knife to leave the room alive.


    But even the smallest cut, no matter how minor, would destroy whatever remained of their rtionship. Wasn’t that Katelyn’s goal all along? To tear them apart?


    Lise had her own schemes, but Katelyn was ying this game on a much higher level.


    Tears welled up in Lise’s eyes as she whispered, “Neil.” She had just gone through the agony of losing her child, along with her uterus. If Neil had cared for her, even just a little, he would have handed her the knife without hesitation.


    “Lise.” Neil’s eyes were filled with conflicting emotions as he stared at the knife lying on the floor.


    Finally, Neil understood Katelyn’s real intention. She wasn’t after their lives; her goal was to break them mentally.


    “Two,” Katelyn said calmly. “This is yourst chance. Fail to act, and both of you will die here.”


    A flicker of determination appeared in Lise’s eyes as her hands clenched into tight fists.


    In that instant, Neil’s expression hardened as well, as if he had made up his mind.


    “One.”


    As soon as the word left Katelyn’s mouth, Lise lunged for the knife without hesitation. But she was a moment toote. Neil already had the de in his hand. Lise’s eyes widened in disbelief.


    After all the years they had spent together, she thought there was at least some connection between them. It was one thing for Neil to refuse to take a bullet for her, but was he really capable of hurting her just to save himself?


    Neil gripped the knife tighter, his gaze stern and resolute. “Lise, I promised I would take care of you for the rest of your life.”


    He stepped forward slowly, deliberately, with the knife still in hand.


    “I’ll make up for this in the future,” he added.


    Lise felt panic surge through her. She took a step back, struggling to process the fact that Neil might actually intend to harm her. His expression grew more ruthless with every step he took.


    Without warning, he flicked his wrist and hurled the knife directly at Katelyn!


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