Chapter 1020: Chapter 1020

Chapter 1020:

Each word she spoke hit Hoyt where it hurt, bringing back memories of his car accident, the broken leg that took months to heal, and the time he and his mother had managed to step into the Lloyd house, only to be quickly kicked out.

That moment had lingered in his mind, a constant source of humiliation.

“Heh, don’t get too cocky!” Hoyt retorted.

He understood the meaning behind Allison’s words.

In a fit of anger, he slammed his knife and fork onto the plate. The sharp sound of silver against porcelain echoed through the room. His voice was filled with laughter, but his eyes burned with madness.

“Ms. Clarke, you may not know this, but Kellan was kidnapped when he was young. His face…”

He had intended to say that Kellan’s face had been horribly scarred long ago. But Hoyt didn’t finish his sentence. Suddenly, he yelled out in pain. “My face!”

A quick silver streak, accompanied by the sound of something slicing through the air, passed by him.

The cold blade flashed briefly.

It was a dinner knife, hurled by Kellan.

LⱯtєѕτ cнαρτєrs ιn g𝒶l𝑛ovєlѕ.𝒸𝑜𝑚

The sharp edge sliced across Hoyt’s face, causing blood to pour out.

“Leave now. I’ve had enough.”

Kellan advanced toward him, step by step.

He looked like something out of a nightmare, threatening and unrelenting.

“If your blood stains the floor, I’ll have someone hold you down and make you lick it clean.”

Hoyt touched his face in shock. It felt wet, and soon, a sharp pain shot through his skin.

The dinner knife had really cut him!

He finally understood that Kellan hadn’t been trying to be friendly. He had asked for food, but the real reason was to throw the knife.

“Kellan!”

In a burst of anger, Hoyt jumped to his feet and charged at Kellan.

But he was slower than Allison.

“Don’t even think about struggling, or you’ll regret it. Your face won’t be the only thing that gets hurt,” Allison warned, gripping his shoulder tightly. “If you leave now, at least you’ll keep a bit of your dignity.”

Anyone who knew Allison understood that her words were the final warning.

But Hoyt was so furious that he cursed and tried to fight back. “You bitch, how dare you threaten me? Who do you think you— Ah!”

Before Hoyt could even move, Allison kicked him hard, sending him crashing to the floor.

He gasped, pain surging through him. “Hiss!” The injuries he’d just healed flared up again. Hoyt thought his ribs were about to snap.

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