Chapter 48

Lance POV

I rushed over to Olivia whose arm was dripping blood. Anger coursed through every corner of my body. I was thorn apart from whether to jump on the bastard who had skillfully aimed a knife at my wife, ending his wretched life. But I had to attend to Olivia first.

"Hold him down." I roared as I made my way like a flash of light to where she was standing.

I had lost her before due to my carelessness and I was not willing to go through such pain or trauma again. Anyone who dared touch an hair on her body would go down immediately, much more, let her blood drip.

I was going to tear the bastard down with my own hands. I crossed over and held her hand out, pressing down on the spot to reduce the pressure of pain and stop the continuous bleeding.

"Ouch!" she winced in pain.

"Sorry. Hold up, darling. It's going to heal soon."

I checked the fresh cut on her arm to make sure there was no sign of poisoning. That was what I dreaded the most. The knife could have been laced with an