Chapter 1220

With a thud, Callum’s cane hit the ground, and without its support, his body pitched forward, bringing him to his knees.

His wrist was gripped in Lysander’s vice-like hand, the pain of his bones threatening to snap slithering into his heart like a venomous snake.

Grimacing through the pain, the muscles in his cheeks taut with the effort to endure, Callum’s usually gentle eyes now sparkled with defiance and a hint of mirth as he looked up at Lysander and said, “That insecure, huh? Even if you snuff me out, you think you’ll find peace of mind?”

Lysander saw the mockery on Callum’s face, and something within him stirred. His voice was cold and ominous, cutting through the air, “And what if I do?”

He tightened his grasp.

A sickening “crack” echoed as Callum’s wrist bone fractured.

“Ugh!” Callum stifled a groan, managing not to scream out loud.

he knelt by the table, his injured leg trembling slightly,

his aura

wrist, his grip did

for Lysander’s hand in an attempt to pry it loose, but despite her efforts, his hand

as dark and piercing

anxiety for Callum’s safety skyrocketed. She pleaded, “Lysander, let him go. If you keep this up, his hand will

chilling gaze turned towards her, its icy edge momentarily startling her into silence.

now!” Lysander’s cold voice was

to

to deserve this. He shouldn’t

bodyguard broke his leg, and now Lysander himself

do something, she would only cause Callum more

cupping his

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