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.

sweat beading on his forehead as he knelt by the table, his

stood like a statue of icy intent, his aura oppressive, making everyone

Callum’s wrist, his grip did not

concern. She reached for Lysander’s hand in an

as dark and piercing as the edge of

“Lysander, let him go. If you

icy edge momentarily startling her into

talking now!” Lysander’s cold voice was a stark reminder, his

rapidly, desperate to change the situation.

He shouldn’t be caught up in her problems.

fine, until Lysander’s bodyguard broke his leg, and now Lysander himself was

she didn’t do something, she would only cause Callum more

hands towards Lysander’s face, cupping his cheeks, and pressed

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