Rosalyn closed her eyes and waited for the pain to engulf her entire body.
She heard the splatter of blade piercing skin, but oddly enough, she did not feel the pain she anticipated.
The stench of blood filled her nostrils.
Rosalyn furrowed her brows and opened her eyes.
A familiar hand was gripping the blade, just inches away from her face, and her eyes widened in recognition.
"Charles'"
The man who had gripped the knife with his bare hands, preventing it from hurting her, was none other than Charles, her husband and head of the Landry family. Bright red blood seeped out from between Charles' fingers and dripped down, splattering onto Rosalyn's legs.
In a split second, her white dress had been stained with blotches of red.
"Are you going to continue struggling, Butler Fred?" the clear voice of a man rang out seconds after Rosalyn's scream of surprise.
It was Jim.
Rosalyn lifted her head to glance in Butler Fred's direction.
At this exact moment, Joshua managed to subdue Mickey, and Jim had knocked Butler Fred onto the ground, wrapping his arms around the man's to restrain him.
Clang! The knife, its blade stained bright red with Charles' blood, clattered onto the ground.
Luna immediately stormed forward to grab hold of Charles. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," rasped Charles before he turned to smile at Rosalyn. "Are you okay, Rosalyn?"
Rosalyn was utterly stunned by the scene before her.
She stared dazedly at Charles' face, and after a long while, tears slid down her face.
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