My Rich Hot and Infertile or Maybe Not Husband

Chapter 1212

Celeste did a double-take, then went straight to check things out.

The next thing she saw, up on the third floor, was Mason's upper body hanging out a window, with one hand clutching the window frame for dear life and the other wrestling with a knife-wielding hand that reached out from inside.

The blade was dangerously close to his neck, and she could see the bright red blood dripping down his hand.

Just as Celeste got a good look, the knife-wielder took another swipe, but Mason dodged it by a hair's breadth, his grip on the man's wrist unyielding.

The sound of shattering glass from below drew the attention of many neighbors. They popped their heads out for a look but quickly retreated, seemingly unfazed by all the commotion.

“Holy smokes, has this dude lost it?!"

seat belt as she spoke. “I'm going up to help Mr. Fletcher. Letti, You go get

a response, she bolted out the car

reckless girl! Did she think that knife was a toy? Celeste frowned in worry,

up to the third floor to see a half-open door, from which she could hear a

her lover, huh? She wants a divorce? Sure thing. I'll see you both in

the table who was unconscious and bloody. And there by the window, a bare-chested man was wielding a knife and cursing

room, Trisha grabbed a glass and hurled it at the

moved just as she threw the glass,

to wipe off the blood, but seeing red only enraged him further. He turned and charged at

you dare hit me?!" Terrified, Trisha turned