At this mont, the restrained assailant suddenly broke free, Caspian already injured and distracted by his concern for Aurelia's condition, didn't notice the opportunity for escape.
But instead of fleeing, the man picked up the knife on the ground and suddenly lunged at Mason—
"Ah—!"
Amanda Fuller scread sharply.
Everyone was startled.
Mason suddenly turned around, his blood-red eyes glaring at the man with a fierce and terrifying look as if hiding an ice-cold sharp blade, piercing towards the man rushing at him.
The man froze for a mont, forgetting about the attack, only feeling a chill surging from his limbs to his head, making him tremble all over.
He's a psychopath; do psychopaths know what fear is?
Knowing he wouldn't be sentenced as a ntally ill person, he dared to stab Aurelia.
But the look in this man's eyes was too terrifying, the lost sanity, the impulsive bloodlust instantly ca back to his mind, and with the sobering clarity ca the bone-chilling fear.
He felt like being stared at by a wolf.
Moreover, a huge panic, certain to be torn to shreds.
As the feeling of danger descended, the man wanted to retreat but it was too late, Mason lifted his leg and kicked him in the head.
The kick was delivered without holding back.
The man spat out blood mixed with teeth, hit the wall, fell down, and rolled onto the ground, fainting.
Mason's steps didn't stop, he got into the car, put Aurelia in the passenger seat, and drove—rushing to the hospital.
Once Mason's car drove away.
Amanda Fuller ca to her senses, noticing the hand on Caspian, she scread, "Your hand… You need to go to the hospital for dressing imdiately."
Amanda knew how important hands are to a pianist, how well they are cared for.
Not to ntion such a heavy injury, even a small cut would require careful examination to prevent infection.
The blood flowed so much, the fair and slender fingers were stained red, would the tendons be hurt?
What if... What if he can never play the piano again...
Amanda beca a bit panicked, pulling Caspian into the car, glancing back at the person on the ground.
Send him to the hospital?
Amanda wasn't that kind-hearted.
He caused Aurelia such serious injury, not beating him up until permanently crippled was her generous rcy.
But if she called the police, it would surely alert the reporters outside.
Amanda was worrying when a rescue voice sounded:
"Miss Fuller, leave this to ."
Amanda looked up and saw Gustavo Yates's overly handso face.
She was stunned, recognizing him as Mason's assistant, surely Mason had thought of this and sent him over to handle this matter.
"Alright, I'll leave it to you, I'll go take them to the hospital first."
Gustavo nodded.
Watching Amanda leave, his gaze fell back on the person on the ground, his gentle eyes flashing with a malicious cold smile.
Humph, daring to stab the Young Madam, don't expect a comfortable life for the rest of your days!
Gustavo threw the person into the "Northern Wastes," a place feared even by the ntally ill.
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Aurelia was taken into the ergency room.
Mason waited outside.
He pulled out a cigarette, his fingers trembling as he lit it, how long has it been since he smoked? Ever since he ca back, he rarely smoked, because she didn't like it.
But now, he couldn't curb his inner panic.
Just wanting to find sothing to avoid overthinking, fearing the tight nerves might collapse.
But as he looked down, he saw the blood on his fingers.
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