Infuriated by Stuart, that man dared not take his life but raised his switchde, slowly aiming for


    Stuart''s face.


    It seemed his intent was purely to disfigure, a release of pent-up rage.


    At that moment, Morwenna dted her pupils. Her opportunity had arrived. She swiftly seized the


    rope from the hands of one trying to tie her up, quickly wrapping it several times and securing it with


    a tight knot.


    Without a moment of hesitation, Morwenna charged forward, not even stopping to pick up the


    discarded iron rod on the ground. She rushed straight in, grabbing the man''s knife hand


    barehanded.


    The de sliced through the palm of her hand, but Morwenna ignored the pain, forcibly wresting the


    knife from him as they struggled.


    The assant was skilled, but Morwenna was formidable. With her strength and endurance, she


    feared no injury and used every means possible. She rammed, wed, and even bit like a wild


    animal fighting for its life, determined to end him.


    Norbert’s greatest wish was for Stuart to be safe. She had promised to protect him. And yet, this


    brute dared to harm Stuart like this. Blood was everywhere, indistinguishable between Morwenna''s


    and the assant''s.


    Stuart, usually rxed, was now tensed, his back rigid. His bound hands were strained, veins


    bulging. He couldn''t understand.


    Was Morwenna insane?


    He had already exined that this was all a setup. He was a notorious mastermind who would stop


    at nothing. Why didn''t she run? Why wasn''t she afraid of him?


    After what seemed like an eternity, the sounds of struggle ceased. It was Morwenna, bloodied but


    victorious, standing tall. Blood trickled down her forehead, blurring her vision. She wiped her face


    with her sleeve. With a radiant smile, she said, "Stuart, it''s over. I told you I could protect you."


    The ropes had cut deep into Stuart''s wrists. He looked at Morwenna''s beaming smile. It felt like a


    fortress in his heart had been breached.


    Limping, Morwenna approached and cut the ropes binding Stuart with the knife. She thought she


    heard someone breaking in and calling for Stuart.


    Finally, Morwenna let go of her tense nerves and copsed in a heap.


    Stuart caught her in his arms, bloody and battered. That was when Fletcher burst in with his team,


    finding a scene of carnage.


    There were five bodies on the ground.


    Stuart and Morwenna looked severely injured. For a moment, Fletcher couldn''tprehend what


    had happened. No one knew the full story. Fletcher initially thought Morwenna had identally


    stumbled into the fray, with Stuart unleashing his full might to save her.


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    "Take everyone," Stuart croaked, his voice hoarse.


    Snapping back to reality, Fletcher hurriedly signaled his team to take away the injured and


    approached Stuart, who seemed unstable on his feet. Instinctively reaching for Morwenna, Stuart


    recoiled, clutching her closer.


    Facing Fletcher, Stuart was vignt, not allowing anyone to touch the person in his arms.