Jasmine didn't expect Emily to go crazy to such an extent. The tip of the knife inched itself closer to her face, so much so that her pupils contracted in panic. Her grip on Emily's hand became tighter.
Her other hand scrambled along the ground, grabbed hold of a jam jar, and flung it directly in Emily's direction.
Just as the knife was about to make contact with Jasmine's face, a large hand grabbed Emily's wrist and pulled her back.
As Emily was dragged back, the jar that Jasmine had thrown over spilled its contents half onto her and half on the sleeve of the custom-made suit the hand belonged to. It was an appalling sight overall.
"Uncle, let go of me!" Emily struggled with all her might, still in a state of madness as she pulled frantically on her wrist, "I'm going to kill her! She'
