When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 1224

Chapter 1224

One of the guard’s eyes was swollen to the point where he could not blink. The crimson blood thattrickled down his face gave him a very horrifying appearance. After two deep breaths of air, he finallyopened his eye and locked gazes with me.

Although I’ve met countless people who were on the brink of death, this man was different. Themoment he caught sight of my figure, his lips curved into a smile.

It was as if he knew something.

The man’s devious smile did not go unnoticed by John. Feeling provoked, he slammed his fist into theguard’s stomach. At the sudden blow, the guard let out a pained grunt and collapsed to the floor. Thepunch had drained all of his energy as he was now incapable of lifting his head.

Moments later, a mixture of blood and saliva splattered across the floor as the disgusting odor in thebasement became even stronger.

Seeing that the guard remained motionless, John wiped away the bloodstains on his hand with ahandkerchief from his suit pocket.

One of John’s subordinates reached out his hand under the guard’s nose to test his breathing. With asingle glance, John’s subordinates emptied a large bucket of cold water over his head.

“Ah!” the piercing cold roused the guard from his unconscious state as he jerked his head upwards. Ina state of fear, his mouth gasped open like a fish out of water.

“Continue the interrogation until he admits,” John ordered and tossed the used handkerchief away.“Let’s go; you are still under postpartum confinement. It would be bad to linger in such a cold place,” heturned to address me.

All of a sudden, the tragic scene of Mitchell’s severed hand flashed in my brain.

Obediently, I rose to my feet and made my way towards the guard. Without hesitation, I snatched thedagger from one of John’s subordinates and drove it ruthlessly into the guard’s chest.

Fresh blood began to stream out of his wound as the guard stared at me in disbelief. It seemed like myruthless move was the last thing that he had anticipated. Finally, I glimpsed a flash of unadulteratedterror that flickered in his widened gaze.

“Where is my child,” I tightened my grip on the dagger with a clench of my jaw and pushed the bladedeeper into his chest.

Ashton had once taught me about the techniques of interrogation. If you didn’t achieve whatever youwanted, you would have to inflict greater pain and drive them to the brink of death.

Stubbornly, the guard frowned and remained silent. As I inched the blade forward, blood gurgled fromhis throat and spilled out to stain his pale lips. Despite the growing fear in his eyes, I remainedunmoved.

John must have decided to let me vent my anger. For a brief moment, he ignored my actions. It wasn’tuntil the guard’s eyes began to roll when he snapped out of his daze. “Are you crazy!” he yelled andlunged forward to yank me away.

It felt as if my soul had left my body. Expressionlessly, I lifted my head and caught sight of John’sfurious expression. Yet, I remained silent in response to his outburst.

John gritted his teeth in fury. A rare look of impatience crossed his features as the anger made hisveins protrude. After ten seconds, he finally turned around. “What are you guys standing around for? Ifhe dies, there will be no clues leading to the child! You will pay for his death with your life!” John lashedout at the nearby subordinates.

“Yes Sir!”

In the blink of an eye, they ushered in the medical staff as the situation began to take a chaotic turn.Although John was still simmering in anger, he escorted me out of the basement.

Once we returned to the room, John took a seat opposite me. His expression was impassive andunreadable. Combined with his stoic nature, John now radiated an imposing aura.

Guiltily, I avoided his sharp gaze.

Despite my attempt to evade, John’s booming voice filled the room. “Scarlett, what were you thinking?”

In defiance, I pouted and picked at my nails as I blatantly ignored his question.

My ignorance must have infuriated him. “Were you trying to kill him?” John snarled in a livid tone; histemper rose when I disregarded him.

Now that he had exposed my intentions, I was forced to lift my head and meet his gaze. “That’s right. Iwanted him dead!” I pointed a finger at my heart, “I wanted him to experience the excruciating pain thatI felt. Why can’t I do that!”

Although he was the only person who knew about my child’s whereabouts, I could not stop mymurderous intent when I buried the sword in his chest.

Although I’ve just met the guard today, I had never made a move against him. Yet, he went out of hisway to harm my own flesh and blood. Despite it all, he had the audacity to laugh out loud. How could Ihold in the hatred in my heart?