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

for a response, she

that knife was a toy? Celeste frowned in worry, continuing her 911 call while grabbing her purse to

third floor to see a half-open door, from which

her lover, huh? She wants a divorce? Sure thing.

a woman by the table who was unconscious and bloody. And there by the window, a bare-chested man was wielding a knife and cursing a blue streak, with Mason's feet dangling in mid-air, looking like he was about to

glass and hurled it

had a strong aim, but was short and the man moved just as she threw the glass, causing it to hit his neck instead of the back of

the man’s neck. He paused to wipe off the blood, but seeing red

me?!" Terrified, Trisha turned