Chapter 185: Chapter 185

Ian Jacobs: "Mmm mmm, kneel... mmm..."

His mouth was covered, and he struggled in dissatisfaction, making muffled sounds.

Suddenly, he bit Harold Jacobs.

Harold Jacobs yelped in pain and released Ian Jacobs, freeing his mouth.

Ian looked at Estelle Sterling and said: "Estelle, you see, your father has already been stabbed by us. If you don’t want to be stabbed too, kneel down and beg for mercy."

"Shut up!" Harold Jacobs glared with wide eyes, reprimanding loudly.

Ian didn’t understand why Harold scolded him and said unhappily, "Dad, didn’t you say you would stand up for me against Estelle? You even said just now that they should all kneel and apologize to me..."

Harold, in a burst of anger, stepped forward, raised his hand, and slapped Ian hard across the face.

With a crisp smack sound.

Ian was knocked to the ground by the slap. He held his face, completely stunned.

He had never been hit by Harold before. Now, after being slapped so hard, his face was swollen, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Ian cried out loudly.

"You hit me, Dad, you hit me!"

Harold didn’t have time to care for him. He looked at Alaric Faulkner with a very stiff smile.

"President Faulkner, you’re magnanimous. Please don’t hold it against a child. This is my fault—It’s my oversight."

He begged with a sycophantic tone, trying to downplay the matter.

At this time, Elijah Hayes stepped forward with concern and said, "President Faulkner, you’d better hurry and get your wound treated. Leave this to me."

Alaric Faulkner nodded and turned away.

Only then did Eleanor Sterling notice his pale complexion—symptoms of excessive blood loss.

She couldn’t care about anything else anymore and stepped forward to support him, "Alaric, are you alright?"

Alaric looked at Eleanor approaching him willingly and smiled, "As long as you’re okay, it’s fine. A man can afford to bleed a bit. Even if it’s death, knowing you care is enough for me."

"Shut up!" Eleanor reprimanded angrily.

She didn’t want Alaric to die to save her, nor did she want to care about him in that way.

"You’re angry. Are you worried about me?"

Eleanor pressed her lips, not wanting to engage with him.

Nothing good ever came out of this man’s mouth.

Beside them, Estelle, having not expected Alaric to block the knife for her, felt shaken and then afraid.

His voice was tinged with sobs as he pleaded, "Mommy, please, think of a way to save Uncle Faulkner."

Alaric leaned all his weight on Eleanor, not expecting the seemingly fragile her to be strong enough to hold him up.

He lowered his eyes, glanced at Estelle, and smiled, "Little Star, don’t worry. With your mommy here, I’ll be fine."

In fact, at that moment, he could have easily kicked Harold Jacobs away, but Alaric chose the path of mutual injury for greater gain.

Taking a little injury himself to soften Eleanor’s heart into changing her attitude—why not?

"Don’t talk anymore."

Eleanor, with a serious expression, took out acupuncture needles and used them on Alaric to stop the bleeding.

As they spoke, Alaric’s face grew paler and his breathing weakened. Eleanor felt his weight pressing on her heavier.

In the end, Alaric’s eyes closed, and he passed out.

Estelle cried out in panic, "Uncle Faulkner!"

Eleanor grabbed his hand to check his pulse. After confirming that he wasn’t dying, she let out a small sigh of relief. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel⸺fire.net

"We must treat his wound quickly."

The dagger in Alaric’s back couldn’t be pulled out easily, as it might cause severe bleeding.

It’d be safer to deal with it at the hospital.

By then, Elijah had returned from dealing with matters.

"Let’s get President Faulkner to the hospital quickly and notify Dylan Lawson to prepare."

As he spoke, he took out his phone to make the call.