NovelGoldChapter 448 **Bedroom.** Yvonne lay sprawled in a pool of blood, her legs slashed multiple times by Sean, blood streaming down her skin.
Tiny, cold-eyed Sean stood over her, looming with a detached air. He showed no reaction to the grisly scene- calmly, he pulled a spotless white handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe the blood from his knife, stroke by unhurried stroke.
"Shut up. You're too loud." At his icy command, Yvonne's screams were cut off instantly. Even though the pain in her legs was excruciating- so intense it brought tears streaming down her face-she didn't dare make another sound.
Once the blade was clean, Sean tossed the bloodstained handkerchief onto Yvonne's face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"This is just a little warning. If you ever lay a finger on her again, I promise the knife won't go into your legs next time. It'll go into your throat." Terror flickered in Yvonne's eyes.
She seethed with hatred-how could the Foster family have raised a monster like Sean? He was just a child, yet he acted with such terrifying boldness. What was worse, he knew exactly how far he could go and never crossed the line of the law. That was why he was so fearless.
Gritting her teeth, Yvonne tried to summon scourage. "Aren't you afraid she'll find out how much of a little psycho you are? That girl is so naïve-if she ever saw this side of you, do you think she'd still want to play with you?" She let out a shaky, bitter laugh. "Sean, I can't wait for the day she gets sick of you. That'll be fun to watch." The murderous glint in Sean's eyes darkened.
Claire was so sweet, so soft and innocent-he'd never let her see his true nature. He'd do anything to keep from frightening her.
"If you so much as whisper a word to her about this, I'll cut out your tongue." Yvonne snapped her mouth shut, lips pressed together in terror.
Sean was a lunatic, a true psychopath-and he always meant what he said.
With a cold laugh, Sean left Yvonne's bedroom, knife still in hand.
Back in his own room, he stood by the window, staring out at the bright city lights, lost in thought.
A long moment passed before his bedroom door was thrown open with a bang.
"Sean! Who the hell do you think you are, raising a hand against your own mother?" The voice thundered with fury. You're out of control. I swear, I'll beat ssense into you." It was Sean's father, Lucas Foster.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe strode in without hesitation, hand raised to strike. But Sean stood utterly unfazed, and calmly raised the knife.
"If you bring that hand down, I promise you'll lose it. Want to test me?" Lucas's hand froze in midair, his face flushing red, then turning pale with rage. "You ungrateful brat have you no respect at all?" "A son's behavior is a reflection of his father. If I'm disrespectful, isn't that your fault?" "You... you..." Lucas sputtered, finger trembling as he pointed at Sean, but no retort cout.
Sean narrowed his eyes. "If you're done, get out of my room." Lucas nearly choked on his anger. "You're rotten to the core at your age-what will you becwhen you grow up? Probably a murderer. I'm done with you-the law will deal with you eventually." "No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Foster."
Fuming, Lucas stormed out. He found Yvonne and and shed her to the e hospital
When Yvonne realized Lucas hadn't bothered to stand up for her, then hatred in her heart only deepened.
Her eyes narrowed as a new idea struck Chaser-she remembered t always been infatuated gir heiress, the spoiled Sean.
If that bratty little princess found out the boy she liked was being stolen e away by someone else, she'd never let it slide.
Sean, you care so much about that little girl, don't you? Well then-I'll make sure someone teaches her a lesson.
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