Chapter 118: Thank you, Mr. Wordsworth

Heloise approached Coral slowly, the cane in hand.

Coral, terrified, turned pale and struggled with excitement. The wedding dress on her body twisted into an unrecognizable shape.

"What are you doing? What do you want? Heloise, have you gone crazy? You, you dare, you wretched woman!"

"Don't move!"

The bodyguard pressed her down firmly.

"Heloise, what are you trying to do?"

Darnell looked at Heloise in astonishment, wondering what she was planning.

Heloise stepped closer, lifting the cane in her hand. In her black-and-white eyes, a cold glint flashed. The next moment, she swung the cane down onto Coral's knee.

Without a hint of hesitation.

"Ah—"

Coral let out a desperate scream, eyes almost popping out from the pain. Her legs went weak, the pain making it impossible to stand, and she could only be pulled by the bodyguard.

The servants of Rosefield Garden huddled around Mrs. Old Smith, all trembling with fear.

"Coral!"

Darnell stared in shock; eyes wide open.

Heloise really did it.

Helo