Chapter 1571

Odette's heartless words snatched the air from Edmund's lungs. Outraged, he clenched his jaw and

roared, "What did my father ever do to you, Odette? How could you say that about him?"

She snorted and drawled, "I can say whatever I want about him. What are you going to do about it,

Edmund? You don't honestly think you're still the high-and-mighty young master of the Albright Family,

are you? As far as anyone knows, you’ve already been thrown out of the family like a stray mutt! How

dare you talk to me this way?"

At once, everyone in the lounge burst into raucous laughter. Julian, in particular, guffawed as he

praised, "Well said, Odette, though stray mutt might be an over-glorification of this useless piece of

trash!" Then, he turned to eye Edmund imperiously. "I'll give you another chance, Edmund. Get down

on your knees and apologize to Odette, then I might consider letting you off this time. If not, I'll chop off

both your legs and you'll never get to kneel again!"

Edmund spat, "Go ahead. Kill me if you're so great! See if I'll flinch in the face of death!"

Julian's eyes widened by a fraction as he bit out maliciously, "Well, aren't you an ambitious one? Fine.

If it's death you want, then so be it!" As he said this, he grabbed the paring knife off the table and

lunged forward, aiming for Edmund's neck.

At the very last second, Edmund's gaze flickered over to Odette, who watched him with cold humor.

There was not a single trace of reluctance and unease on her face. In fact, she even looked excited.

A bitter chuckle escaped him. The knife was drawing near, and so was his end. He did not flinch.

Instead, he closed his eyes slowly.

After all, what did he have to live for now that the only hope he had left in this world was brutally

shattered?

However, he had closed his eyes for what felt like an inordinate amount of time but felt no sharp knife

plunging into his neck.

Surprised, he opened his eyes, only to see that Julian was sprawled on the couch and coughing up

blood, looking severely wounded.

In a fit of bewilderment, Edmund turned to see that a young man had appeared next to him so

soundlessly that he did not even sense his presence before this.

The young man was wearing a baseball cap that concealed his profile, but there was something

familiar about him. It was Matthew, and he had overheard and seen everything while he was outside

the door. He could have come in before the tension escalated, but he chose not to; he needed Edmund

to go through this agony so that he would finally let go of Odette and whatever rose-colored past they

shared.

Presently, Julian spat out a mouthful of blood and glared at Matthew insidiously, demanding, "Who the

hell do you think you are? I'm the successor to the Huntington Family, and you just punched me! You'll

be sorry when my family hears of this! You have declared war with the Ten Greatest Families, you

ignorant prick, and you... You're basically asking for death!"

Matthew scoffed, and his voice was low as he replied, "The only reason I didn't kill you, Julian, is

because your life isn't mine to take; it's Edmund's! Just you wait. It won't be long now before Edmund

kills you with his own bare hands!"

Julian froze when he heard this, then forced out, "You're saying this piece of trash here is gonna kill

me? What are you, an idiot? You've come to the wrong place and picked on the wrong person, buddy,

and for that, you won't leave here alive tonight!"

Odette helped Julian up frantically and roared at the others in the lounge, "What the hell are you all

waiting for? He just hit Julian! You're supposed to kill him!"

Upon hearing this, the bystanders immediately surrounded Matthew, looking like they were ready to

pummel him.

He brought Edmund to a remote corner and tossed him on the ground.

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