The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 923

Just then, Foreman suddenly stepped in front of Stella.

The blade drove straight into his chest.

Stella gasped in horror. “Foreman!”

Seizing the moment, one of the bodyguards pinned the assassin to the ground.

Foreman, as if numb to the pain, turned his head and looked at Stella.

“Star, are you alright?”

Stella stared at the knife jutting from his chest, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

“I’m fine, but you…”

Foreman’s face had drained of all color, yet he still tried to reassure her.

“As long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters. I’ll be okay…”

The would-be killers were quickly subdued by both Foreman’s and Neville’s security teams.

Only when the danger had finally passed did Foreman’s strength seem to leave him—he collapsed, unconscious.

—

The harsh red glow above the operating room door burned into Stella’s vision as she waited outside, her face pale and drawn.

No matter how many times Abby tried to comfort her—insisting Foreman was tough and would pull through—Stella’s nerves were wound tight as a drum.

Her voice was hoarse. “He’s already been hurt once for me. His last wounds aren’t even healed, and now he’s been stabbed again—because of me…”

She trailed off, unable to continue.

The image of the knife plunging into Foreman’s chest, right before her eyes, haunted her. She couldn’t shake it.

Abby opened her mouth, as if to say something, but in the end, she too fell silent.

The way Foreman had thrown himself in front of Stella, without a second thought, was nothing short of astonishing.

After a moment’s hesitation, Abby said quietly, “Maybe we should call Neville. Let him come back.”

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