Chapter 748
Chapter 748:
“Stand down!” Mateo’s command cracked like a whip. His authority as the Welch family head froze them in their tracks.
Janice didn’t spare them a glance. Her arctic gaze sliced through Harlan like a surgeon’s blade. “Harlan Welch, I don’t care about your fight with your brother. But you crossed an unforgivable line when you harmed the person I cherish most.”
She closed the distance between them, looming over his crumpled form. “If he doesn’t survive, I’ll personally ensure every last Welch pays with their blood.”
Mateo’s heart clenched. He stared at Janice, stunned by the raw power emanating from her words. Though she was a doctor, her threat carried the weight of someone who commanded armies. Could she truly possess such influence?
“Master MO, what are you suggesting?” Harlan forced a smile through gritted teeth. “I haven’t done anything…”
Bang!
Janice’s foot connected with his body again.
In one fluid motion, steel glinted in her hand, a scalpel catching the dim light.
Before anyone could react, she plunged the blade into Harlan’s lower back with surgical precision.
“Ah!” A howl of pure agony tore from Harlan’s throat, echoing off the sterile walls. He curled into himself like a wounded beast, his body wracked with violent tremors.
“MO, how dare you!”
Gilmore leaped up, rage contorting his features. His eyes burned with murderous intent as he faced Janice. She met his gaze with glacial indifference, then let out a laugh devoid of warmth as she wrenched the scalpel free.
“This is a warning!”
“I’ll destroy you, MO!” Harlan’s face twisted into a grotesque mask of pain, eyes wild with hatred. But Janice’s strike had been masterfully calculated—maximum agony, complete immobilization. The damage ran deeper than mere pain. One of Harlan’s kidneys lost its function for good.
𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝗵𝓮𝗿𝗲: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫸ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Recovery would leave him a shell of his former self, his vitality permanently crippled, his manhood forever diminished.
Janice rose to her full height, fixing Mateo with an unwavering stare. As Mateo opened his mouth to speak, she cut through his words like a blade.
“Orson will regain consciousness in three days.”
Light flooded back into Mateo’s eyes. In that instant, any trace of resentment towards her earlier threats evaporated.
“Thank you, Master MO.” Mateo bowed repeatedly in gratitude, completely unmoved by his brother’s suffering. “I’ll launch a full investigation into this assassination attempt. You’ll have justice.”
Janice ignored the stunned faces surrounding her. Without ceremony, she turned and strode away. She had far more crucial matters demanding her attention; time was of the essence.
“This is too much!” Gilmore’s curse slithered through clenched teeth as he watched Janice’s retreating form. “Mateo, will you stand idle while this woman tramples our family’s pride? She dared threaten the entire Welch bloodline! Never in all my years have I witnessed such brazen insolence!”
Mateo’s lips curved into a razor-sharp smile as his eyes cut to Gilmore.
“Perhaps, Gilmore, you should focus on crafting your explanation to Father when he wakes in three days’ time.”
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