Clang-!
Joshua kicked the knife a few meters away from Fiona.
Fiona suddenly felt that something was wrong as soon as she heard the sound of the knife landing on the ground. She immediately lifted her head from the contract and met Joshua’s frosty gaze.
A split second later, Joshua locked Fiona's wrists behind her and pressed her down against the ground.
This sudden turn of events rendered Luna speechless for a moment before she finally came to and sprinted toward the edge of the cliff. She clung onto Nigel and carefully untied the ropes holding him, lifting him from the rock once she finished.
Because the ropes were barely holding him up, Nigel summoned all his strength to keep his balance, so as soon as he was rescued, Nigel collapsed in Luna's arms limply. He heaved a deep sigh of relief and said," Thank you, Mommy."
Nigel did not have any strength to walk. Knowing this, Luna pulled him closer in her arms and said in a choked voice, "It's fine. Everything’s fine now. Mommy can carry you..."
Just a short distance away, Joshua had pinned Fiona against the ground.
"Joshua Lynch!” Fiona screamed, staring at the halfsigned contract on the ground. Then, she yelled with every ounce of strength she had left, "You lied to me! You're a liar!"
Joshua's intention for drawing up this contract was never to protect her nor bring her home with him. He just wanted to trick her into letting her guard down and gain control of her while she was preoccupied with signing the contract!
How crooked!
“Takes one to know one," Joshua replied, letting out a chuckle. "Have you never lied to me before, Ms. Blake?"
She had lied about her terminal disease, convincing him she only had less than a year to live.
Joshua had believed all of her lies because he thought that a woman who was willing to donate her bone marrow to his son would never lie about dying. Alas, h e was terribly mistaken!
Fiona's entire body stiffened when she heard this. She bit down on her lip but did not reply.
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