Chapter 729 The Knife in Her Hand

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    Yunice said evenly, “I never told you to do anything. I only dropped a knife on the ground. You chose to pick it up.”

    What she did with it was outside Yunice’s control.

    Sweat glistened on Nora’s forehead. “I get it. You want Paul dead but don’t want to take responsibility, so you’re using me as the de. But if I kill him, then I’m the murderer. What good does that do me?”

    Yunice’s voice cooled. “Between you and your brother, only one can be saved. It’s a choice–one or the other. Which do you choose?”

    The words hung in the air. Rage flickered on Nora’s face, but little by little it burned itself out, leaving only exhaustion.

    Yunice had already guessed her answer.

    Sure enough, Nora’s grip on the knife tightened, and her eyes slid toward Paul.

    Even through his agony, Paul caught that look. He writhed on the floor like a maggot, desperate to crawl away. His mouth was still sealed with tape, and all he could manage was a muffled, terrified hum.

    But Nora advanced, driving the de straight into his body with a merciless thrust.

    Paul’s back arched like a bow, eyes bulging as he stared down at the knife and the dark blood soaking through his clothes. He tried to scream, but the tape trapped his cries; his whole body convulsed between pain and horror.

    Nora pressed harder, burying the knife to the hilt.

    Paul’s throat gurgled. He was choking on his own blood, unable to spit it out, forced to swallow as he suffocated.

    Nora’s hands were slick with sweat, but she clung to the handle and twisted, grinding the de in a slow, savage circle.

    Paul’s body jerked violently, wracked with spasms.

    Nora’s eyes burned red. She gave a raspingugh. “Not enough. Still not enough!”

    She had suffered with her brother for too long. Paul couldn’t be allowed to suffer for only a moment.

    She twisted again, carving loose a long strip of his flesh.

    Paul toppled backward, iling like a ughtered chicken, blood bubbling in his throat. He thrashed for less than half a minute before his limbs ckened, and he went still.

    No one spoke.

    Yunice stood and walked out, Wyatt followed.

    Scar checked Paul’s neck, found no pulse, and left as well.

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    When his footsteps faded, Nora scrambled up, staggering for the exit. She wasn’t going to wait around to die.

    But just as she caught her first glimpse of starlight, a body crashed into her, driving her face–first to the ground. Her chin cracked hard against the concrete.

    “Nora! You’re under arrest!”

    She twisted frantically, staring at the inclothes officer pinning her down. Herposure was shattered. “I didn’t kill him!”

    “You didn’t kill him?” The officer’s gaze dropped to the blood on her clothes. His expression changed instantly. He barked at his partner to check inside.

    Momentster, the younger officer ran back out. “Murder! She really did it! There’s a body–it’s Paul!”

    Paul had a record as a financial criminal. Now he was dead, and Nora-

    The officer shoved her upright, sneering. “Last time you tricked me into letting you slip out of the hospital. I got written up for it. I’ve hunted you for half a month, and now you’ve gone andmitted murder? You’re vicious, woman!”

    Nora’s head spun. He hadn’t even known about Paul until she panicked and blurted it out. If she’d kept her mouth shut, they might have dragged her in without realizing.

    Now it was toote.

    She looked back toward where Wyatt and Yunice had gone. Their car was long gone.

    Her knees buckled. “It… it wasn’t me. I didn’t kill him. The murderer’s still out there–you have to chase them!”

    “I already secured the weapon!” The younger cop emerged holding a sealed evidence bag. Inside was the bloodstained knife Nora had used on Paul.

    The officer radioed headquarters. Soon, a whole team would arrive to take Paul’s body.

    He twisted Nora’s arms behind her, snapping on cuffs. “Last time you fooled me. You think I’ll believe you again? Save it for your confession at the station.”

    Meanwhile, Yunice’s car was already miles away. She gripped the wheel; Wyatt sat in the passenger seat, having forced his way in.

    “Do you really n on pestering me nonstop as long as I’m in the country?” she asked coldly.

    Wyatt smirked. “If it were Victor, or Freya, or even Betty in this seat, would you call it pestering? Or is it just me? Maybe I’m special, so you treat me differently?”

    Yunice was speechless. He would find a way to twist anything to his advantage.

    Wyatt leaned back, voice casual. “Nora’s a snake. Leaving her loose was always going to be a problem. Locking her up is the best solution.”

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