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Chapter 158
The morning sun slowly rose over the horizon, Waves crashed of the beach.
Tseemed to stand still in that moment.
Ophelia was momentarily stunned by what had happened.
Phoebe had rushed over without a second thought and shielded Ophelia from the bullet.
Phoebe should be trying to protect Kenneth.
Phoebe fell to the ground clutching her wounded shoulder, her extremely pale. Her eyes were tearful as she
stared unblinkingly at Kenneth. Phoebe struggled to say, "Kenny... | won't Let anyone.. Hurt You Not even... The
person you... Love most..."
Ophelia was quite shocked by Phoebe's actions.
Ophelia wondered, 'So, is she saying that she really took the bullet for me?"
If Phoebe hadn't suddenly rushed out, that bullet might have hit Ophelia in the chest.
Ophelia felt somewhat grateful.
Kenneth's shoulders shook as he spun Ophelia around. His trembling hands gripped her shoulders, while his cold,
sharp eyes locked intensely on her. He asked, "Ophelia, are you trying to get yourself killed?"
His face was pale, his eyes filled with rage.
Thankfully, the bullet didn't hit Ophelia.
At that instant, Kenneth's heart nearly stopped. If that bullet had struck Ophelia, he would have riddled Ronan
with bullets in retaliation
Ronan held his injured hand, and when he saw the bullet hadn't hit either Kenneth or Ophelia, an even more
pained expression appeared on his face.
Kenneth spoke sternly, "Ophelia, heed my words! Should you ever entertain such recklessness again, | will
ensure you live to regret it. And if you manage to survive, | will personally deliver you to your demise!" Ophelia
swallowed hard, not wanting to challenge his empty threats.
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She thought, "Could he really do it?"
Ophelia just said, "Shouldn't we try to help her first?"
Regardless of Phoebe's reasons, she got hurt because of Ophelia They couldn't just let Phoebe die there.
Kenneth took a deep breath, his complexion gradually returning to normal. Then he looked down at Phoebe lying
on the ground.
He remarked, "I'm not a doctor. Caleb, take her to the hospital."
After saying that, he took Ophelia's hand and walked right past Phoebe.
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Phoebe's pale face showed a flash of hurt. She wondered, That? Just like that?
Phoebe could only catch a side view of Kenneth's long legs and couldn't even see his facial expression.
Kenneth and Ophelia passed by Phoebe, and she could feel that Kenneth didn't give her a second look.
Phoebe was so disappointed, and cold sweat continuously dripped down her forehead.
In the Sinclair Manor, Ronan lay half-conscious on the ground.
Equally barely alive was the man who had earlier hurt Ophelia.
He had been shot in the leg and arm, barely surviving, with his hands and feet tied up and black tape over his
mouth.
Ophelia was sitting on the sofa covered in a coat.
Kenneth crouched in front of her, tending to the wound on her forehead. His eyes were full of concern.
Fortunately, the injury wasn't serious,
Kenneth stretched out his hand, and Caleb handed him a damp towel.
Kenneth gently wiped Ophelia's face, cleaning away the dark red, dried blood.
Once the antiseptic had dried, Kenneth applied a square medical bandage to Ophelia's wound.
Her sweet and delicate face looked even more fragile and pitiful with the bandage on her forehead.
Kenneth rose to his feet, his demeanor transitioning from gentle and attentive to one that exuded a chilling aura
as he gazed at the two individuals on the floor.
He stood up and pulled Ophelia close, shielding her eyes and ears in his arms.
"Don't be afraid," he softly reassured her.
Suddenly, there were three loud gunshots.
The man, with his hands and feet tied, lay on the ground convulsing fiercely. His eyes were wide open as he fell
into a pool of his own blood, with a torrent of blood spilling from his mouth
Ronan was scared out of his wits by the scene, clutching his chest with his unharmed hand.
"Kenneth! You bastard, if you have the guts, just kill me!" Ronan shouted in a hoarse, aged voice.
Kenneth sneered, "Well, consider yourself fortunate the bullet missed her. Do you really think you'd be alive right
now if it had hit her?"
Ronan's face turned pale with anger. He glared at Kenneth and cursed, "You monster! You harmed your own kin,
and now you want to killtoo! You'll have a terrible end! You'll be tom apart and go to hell" Hearing these
curses, Ophelia clenched her fists tightly, her clear eyes now turning cold.
The sound of a bullet being loaded echoed clearly in the silent room as Kenneth smiled, his finger slowly pulling
the trigger.
A serious voice shouted at the door, "Stop!"
However, Kenneth didn't listen to the voice and pulled the trigger as soon as it sounded.
"Bang!"
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The bullet zipped past Ronan's car.
Ronan's breath caught for a moment, and he fainted in shock.
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Ophelia turned her head towards the voice's source and saw a tall and imposing figure standing against the light
at the doorway.
His shape and outline were somewhat similar to Kenneth's
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No one was behind him, yet he carried a commanding presence as if he held a high position. He strode towards
the hall with an intense sense of dominance.
As the warm sunlight touched the man's shoulder, the outlines that were hidden in the darkness gradually
becclear.
Ophelia had only glanced at Victor quickly last tat the cemetery, but now she could see his face clearly.
Victor bore a striking resemblance to Kenneth, as if meticulously crafted by God.
Even though Victor was nearly fifty, his face showed no signs of aging, only maturity.
This was probably what Kenneth would look like in about twenty years.
Kenneth tossed the gun in his hand to Caleb, his eyes never looking at Victor.
Victor frowned slightly. His gaze shifted from Kenneth to Ophelia on the couch, and only then did his expression
slightly
relax
"She wasn't seriously hurt, so why bother?" Victor's voice was low and stern, devoid of emotion, as if he was
either negotiating or holding back his anger.
The e way Victor looked at Kenneth was not how one would look at their son, but instead like a stranger.
Hearing Victor's words, Kenneth finally slowly turned to him.
Their eyes met, and suddenly a tense atmosphere filled the room
Victor stated, "I'll take your grandfather away, ensuring he never returns to Dellanex and never harmis Ophelia
again. Your focus should be on running the company, and we will maintain our distance from you" This didn't
sound like something a father would say to his son.
However, if Victor had been a better father, none of this would have happened.
Seeing that Kenneth still wasn't budging, Victor exhaled deeply.
Victor asked, "So what do you wantto do? Just stand by and watch my son kill my father?"
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