Chapter 126 Arthur And Belinda’s Deadly Clash
The hospital room was bathed in harsh, blinding light. Belinda’s hair was a tangled mess as if she were unhinged
Her bloodshot eyes burned with rage as she threw herself at Arthur, her hands clawing at his face like a hawk’s talons. She cursed him relentlessly, her voice hoarse and filled with venom.
“Arthur, you heartless bastard! Today, I’m taking you down with mer she screamed, her words full of despair and fury. Everything she once held dear had crumbled to dust.
For the last thirty years, Belinda’s love had been constant, like a never ending strearn. Even when their daughter was lost due to Arthur’s “carelessness, she swallowed her pain, crying alone in the night, burying her sorrow and never blaming him.
However, Arthur destroyed their family with his own hands, dragging them into a deep abyss. He left her heartbroken and their home shattered. His cruelly was unimaginable.
Arthur winced as Belinda’s nails raked across his skin, the sharp pain forcing him to suck in a breath. He grabbed her wrists, trying to restrain her, but Belinda was like a lioness in a frenzy, her strength shocking
Soon, blood streaked across his face, dripping slowly down his checks,
“Belinda, have you lost your mind?” Arthur roared, his voice booming in the room.
“Lost my mind? Yes, I’ve gone mad!” Belinda laughed hysterically, her voice a chilling mix of despair and hatred. “You destroyed my family and ruined everything I loved. Now you dare ask if I’ve lost my mind?”
Arthur’s gaze flickered for a moment. He never imagined Belinda had uncovered the truth about what happened all those
years ago.
But he quickly composed himself, putting on an expression of feigned confusion. “What are you even talking about? I have no idea what you mean,” he said, pretending to be innocent.
At that, Belinda exploded with rage, her body shaking so hard that she could barely stand. She grabbed the stack of papers and flung them at Arthur’s face with all her might.
“This is proof! What else do you have to say?” Her voice cracked with emotion, tears brimming in her eyes. The glimmer of those tears carried an uncontrollable mix of rage and sorrow.
Arthur’s heart sank as his eyes scanned the documents. It was as if he’d been struck by lightning.
He had buried the secrets for years, thinking that his sins could be forever consumed by the darkness. But now, they appeared before him like venomous snakes, baring their fangs and leaving him nowhere to hide.
His face turned as pale as a sheet, drained of all color. He stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the evidence. He was too stunned to react.
Belinda stared at him, the man whose mask of hypocrisy had been torn off, revealing his pathetic state. All the hope she had once held vanished in an instant, leaving her overwhelmed with heartbreak.
She could no longer deceive herself. The man she had loved wholeheartedly for thirty years was nothing short of a monster Her heart felt like it was being crushed under a heavy weight as if invisible claws were ripping it into shreds. The pain was so intense that it left her gasping for air.
A mix of emotions–anger, despair and regret–collided and twisted together, forming a storm of fury that pushed her to the edge of madness.
“Damn you! You absolute monster!” Belinda screamed, her voice harsh with rage. She lunged at Arthur like a predator, her movements wild and desperate. It was as if she were determined to drag him down with her.
Her nails dug deep into Arthur’s skin, each scratch carrying the weight of her hatred. Blood trickled down his face and neck, leaving behind gruesome trails that spoke of her fury.
Arthur’s face was now a mess of scratches and blood. The crimson streaks made him look utterly wretched and pitiful. “How dare you harm my father, my son, and my daughter?” Belinda cried out. With each word, her strikes grew more intense, and her tears poured down her face like rain in a storm.
“What did I do to deserve this? We spent thirty years together. Was it all meaningless to you?” she sobbed. Arthur, whose legs had been broken twice by Turner and were still far from healed, could only flail helplessly against Belinda’s frenzied assault. He was utterly defenseless, unable to muster even the slightest resistance.
He waved his hands uselessly in the air, trying Successfully unlocked! d frantically. “Belinda, that’s enough!” But Belinda’s eyes burned with hatred, her mind consumed by me este ur revenge. She ignored his desperate pleas, her grip Lightening around his neck so tightly that her knuckles turned white
“Die, you bastard! I’ll kill you!” Belinda’s bloodshot eyes blazed with such fury that it seemed as if she wanted to rip Arthur to pieces with her bare hands.
Chapter 126 Arthur And Finlinda’s Deadly Clash
Arthur desperately pried at Belinda’s hands, trying to free himself from her deadly grip. But her fingers were like iron clamps, locked tightly around his neck, refusing to budge.
His eyes rolled back, revealing the whites, and his tongue struggled to protrude from his mouth. It was a horrifying sight. He thrashed wildly, his hands flailing in the air as if searching for something to save him. His body writhed violently on the bed. His legs convulsed from pain and lack of oxygen, and the bedsheets were left in complete disarray Outside the room, Camila watched the chaos unfold through the transparent glass on the door. Her gaze was cold and detached. She had once thought Belinda was the kind of person who would endure betrayal in silence, someone who would forgive easily.
But now, seeing Belinda’s frenzied retaliation, Camila suddenly realized that when pushed to the brink of despair and pain, even the gentlest soul could rise and fight back
A cold smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Only when the whip struck one’s own flesh did the true sting of pain become clear. Otherwise, agony remained beyond understanding.
A hint of mockery played on Camila’s face, her eyes cold and unsympathetic. It was as if the scene before her had no connection to her at all. She was simply an indifferent bystander.
Belinda had lived a life of material abundance since childhood, never lacking in wealth. What she cherished most was never money but the purity of genuine emotions.
Yet now, everything she held dear had vanished in an instant like a fleeting dream. She was utterly shattered. Belinda’s hatred for Arthur ran so deep it was almost palpable. Her hands tightened around his neck in a tight grip. was unwilling to release him.
She
Arthur, on the verge of suffocation, thrashed wildly on the bed. His right hand groped desperately, searching for anything. until it brushed against the fruit knife in the basket on the bedside table.
In a blind panic, driven by the instinct to survive, he grabbed the knife and stabbed it into Belinda without hesitation. The sickening sound of the blade piercing flesh echoed sharply in the room.
Then Belinda let out a blood–curdling scream, a sound so shrill and agonizing that it seemed to pierce the soul. Her hands immediately released their grip, and she collapsed backward, writhing in pain.
Blood gushed from her wound like a fountain, splattering onto Arthur’s face. The warm, sticky sensation jolted him out of his near–death terror.
Arthur gasped for air, his chest heaving violently as he greedily sucked in breath after breath. When he turned to look at Belinda again, his eyes widened in horror
The knife pierced her left eye. Blood oozed through her fingers as she gripped her face. It stained her hands and dripped onto the floor, forming a chilling crimson pool.
She writhed on the ground. Her body twisted into grotesque shapes. Her screams echoed through the hospital room, chilling and unrelenting, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who might have heard them.
Arthur stared at her, his voice trembling as he stammered, “it’s not my fault. You were trying to kill me. I had no choice. This was self–defense!”
For a moment, he was paralyzed, unsure of how to react. But soon, he calmed down. “She’s my wife, he thought “Blinding her in one eye? According to the law, it’s just a domestic issue. At worst, Ill get a slap on the wrist.
With that thought, his fear melted away, replaced by a chilling calm. He picked up his phone and quickly dialed Ivanna. “Ivanna, get t to my room. It’s Belinda. That crazy woman tried to kill me, so I stabbed her, Take her away. I can’t stand the sight of her,” he said with a look of disgust.
Belinda, shaking with pain, heard Arthur’s cruel words. Her remaining good eye burned with rage as she hissed through clenched teeth. “Arthur, you’ll pay for this. You’ll suffer far worse than I ever did!”
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