Chapter 558: Chapter 558

Chapter 558:

Her fury boiled over as she clawed at her hair in frustration.

“Didn’t you claim I am ill-mannered? That I shamed the Morgan family with my outbursts in the hotel? Fine! I’ll show you just how crazy I can get in front of you today!”

With a sudden burst of fury, Lindsay unleashed her anger, smashing every vase in the living room, slashing the leather sofa with a fruit knife, and leaving the coffee table in ruins.

Wilton and Belen stood by, choosing not to intervene. They believed their daughter needed this release, that only after she vented her deep-rooted frustrations could they have a proper conversation.

What they failed to realize was that Lindsay was no longer the person they once knew. She had once been a sheltered, naive girl, quick to show her anger in simple, straightforward ways.

But now, something darker stirred within her, a thirst for violence and a hunger for blood.

Lindsay slashed at the sofa with reckless abandon, her movements erratic and full of fury. Suddenly, in the heat of her frenzy, the knife grazed Wilton’s arm. It was a small wound, hardly more than a scratch, but it drew blood.

Lindsay froze, gripping the knife tightly as if paralyzed, standing completely still.

Believing she was startled by the accident, Wilton hurried to reassure her.

“It’s nothing.

Don’t blame yourself. Think of this as an extra apology from me.”

Wilton rose from his seat, reaching out to comfort Lindsay, and Belen followed suit, her voice soft with concern.

“It’s okay, darling. It’s just a scratch. You can help your dad apply some ointment later.”

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They assumed Lindsay felt guilty for accidentally hurting Wilton, unaware that, deep down, she secretly wanted to kill him.

Lindsay’s eyes blazed with fury, her gaze locked onto the blood trickling down Wilton’s arm, carrying a barely restrained, lethal intent.

Her hand shot up, the knife poised to strike directly at his wound.

Belen’s scream shattered the silence, yanking Lindsay back to reality. She glanced at the knife in her hand, and with a horrified shudder, she tossed it aside as if it was something filthy. She clasped her blood-soaked hands over her ears, her voice a broken whisper.

“No… It’s not me… I didn’t…”

Still ignoring his own injury, Wilton reached for his daughter with gentle hands, trying to calm her.

“Lindsay, it’s okay. I’m fine…”

Caught in the frenzy of her fear and the sight of blood, Lindsay couldn’t hear Wilton. In a wild panic, she shoved him aside and bolted toward the door. She had no idea why she felt this murderous urge. This wasn’t her.

All she ever wanted was to have her parents’ love back.

But now, she couldn’t understand what was happening to her.

Wilton and Belen, determined to preserve Lindsay’s dignity, had sent the household staff away. This ensured no one could stop Lindsay as she stormed out.

Despite his hand bleeding heavily, Wilton attempted to follow Lindsay.

However, the severe blood loss left him too weak to keep up. Realizing something was wrong with Lindsay, Belen quickly helped Wilton back to the couch before retrieving the first aid kit.

While tending to his injury, she remarked, “Darling, don’t you think Lindsay’s behavior has been unusual?” Wilton, always attentive to his daughter, gazed at his wife.

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