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?!"

“I'm going up to

a response, she bolted out the

a toy? Celeste frowned in worry,

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

huh? She wants a divorce? Sure thing. I'll see you both

in chaos. There was 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

a glass and

but was short and the man moved just as she threw

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

turned tail and ran the moment he