Billionaire's Match

Chapter 414 "Khloe...!" "Khloe-" Arista cried out loud, and Loretta staggered, terrified. Leon was the first to regain his composure. He scolded Nick, bewildered by his grandson's sudden, reckless behavior. But Nick's gaze remained distant, unfocused. He stared at everything in front of him, brow furrowed, as if lost in a chaotic fog. In an instant, the knife had cut through Khloe's palm. Blood trickled slowly down her delicate wrist, drop by drop, staining the floor. Yet Nick showed no sign of letting go. His grip didn't weaken, and the knife tip inched forward.

Gasping under the sharp intake of air from the onlookers, Khloe strained against his strength. The pain made her breaths ragged. "Nick... what's wrong with you?" She could feel it-he was almost not himself, acting as if his body moved without his mind. The Hunt family rushed forward to help. Seeing the severity of Khloe's injury and Nick's refusal to release the knife, they feared that forcibly intervening would only worsen things. They shouted, tried to reason, but it was as if no one could reach him-not Loretta, not Arista, not even Leon. "I'm fine," Khloe said calmly, her voice steady.

fury. "Nick... don't be afraid. I'm here. It's okay... really, it's okay..." Khloe felt a pang of worry. She didn't fully understand what had overtaken him, but the warmth and tenderness in

own throat... "Nick!" In that last heartbeat, everyone's sweat ran cold. Yet, Khloe's gaze remained unwavering, calm as though she had never doubted he would hurt her. The knife fell to the floor. Nick seemed to snap back to reality. His palm

mind, crystal clear. Nick's face drained of color, his brow twitched, his heart stinging sharply. He... had relapsed!