Chapter 177
Victor’s face twisted with anger, and he lunged forward, shoving Josiah hard. She stumbled back, nearly hitting the edge of the hospital bed before catching herself.
“What did you say to me?” Victor barked, towering over her.
Josiah’s fury flared, and she grabbed a chair from the corner, lifting it with surprising strength. “Don’t you dare touch me again!”
She swung the chair, but Victor dodged with ease, his face reddening as his eyes darkened.
Without hesitation, he retaliated, kicking her hard in the lower back. Josiah cried out and crumpled to the ground.
“Josiah!” I rushed forward, dropping to my knees beside her. My hands trembled as I tried to help her sit up.
Victor wasn’t finished. He grabbed her by the arm and yanked her upright, his grip bruising. “You’re nothing without me! I’ve spoiled you too much.”
“That’s enough!” I shouted, standing between them and shoving him back. “I’ve already called the police, Victor. You hit your wife, your own wife! What kind of man does that?”
Victor sneered, unfazed. “Police? So what? Josiah’s father would never allow her to divorce me. Their family can’t afford to disgrace themselves further. Do you think they’ll take your side?”
My vision blurred with anger. The man’s audacity was staggering.
He truly believed he was untouchable, that Josiah had no choice but to endure his abuse.
ah, still clutching her side, forced herself to stand. Her voice, though weak, carried a sharp edge. “Don’t bother. You’ve shown me exactly who you are, Victor. I’ll never forgive you.”
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stood firm, her trembling frame filled with newfound resolve. “You’ll regret this.”
Before I could respond, Victor shoved me aside with brute force. The corner of a side table slammed. against my head as I fell.
A sharp, burning pain shot through my temple, and warm blood trickled down the side of my face.
“Luna!” Eric’s voice rang out as he stormed into the room, his presence like a gust of wind shattering the oppressive tension. He immediately rushed to my side, his eyes wide with panic. “Are you Alright?”
Victor’s smirk faltered, confusion replacing his arrogance. “Luna? What Luna?”
As Eric’s towering figure loomed over him, Victor finally loosened his grip on Josiah.
His arrogance wavered for a moment, replaced by confusion and fear in the presence of such an imposing man.
Eric stood silently, his gaze sharp and unyielding, until Victor released Josiah completely, stepping back with a reluctant snarl
Josiah stumbled away and rushed toward me, her voice trembling with worry. “Sophia, how are you? Are you hurt?” Her hands hovered near my face, hesitant to touch me in case she made things
worse.
I tried to focus on her, but the throbbing in my head blurred my vision, and I struggled to stay upright. “I… I’m fine,” I managed weakly, though the dizziness was overwhelming.
Eric stepped forward, his arm steadying me before I could collapse. “She needs medical attention,” he said with calm authority, guiding me out of the room.
Once in the adjacent room, a nurse cleaned the wound on my head and stitched it with two neat
sutures.
The sting of the needle was sharp, but I bit down on my lip and stayed silent, unwilling to show any more weakness than I already had.
When Lirian arrived, his steps purposeful, the tension in the room shifted. His sharp eyes immediately found mine, scanning the bandages and bruises on my face.
Without a word, he walked to my bedside and sat down, his large frame dominating the small chair.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with concern.
I gave him a faint smile, though it didn’t reach my eyes. “I’m fine. It’s just a small cut,” I said, my tone light despite the pounding in my head.
Josiah stood nearby, wringing her hands together nervously. Her face was swollen, a deep bruise blooming across her cheek. The confident, radiant woman I knew was gone, replaced by someone fragile and filled with guilt.
Chapter 177
I’m so sorry, Sophia,” she choked out, her voice trembling. “This is all my fault. If I had just listened. to you, if I hadn’t married Victor…”
Her words trailed off as tears welled in her eyes.
“Don’t cry, Josiah,” I said softly, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “It’s a good thing I came today. Things could have been much worse if I hadn’t.”
She sniffled, wiping at her tears, but her guilt was evident. “He wasn’t like this before. He was so charming, so loving. I thought… I thought he cared for me.” Her voice broke, and fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.
Lirian, who had been listening in silence, finally spoke. His voice was calm but commanding, a sharp contrast to the chaos that had unfolded earlier. “Bring him here,” he ordered, his gaze flicking to Eric.
