The ward was instantly filled with the smell of blood.
"Mr. Laurant!" The man holding Laurant exclaimed as Laurant cut not Amber but himself. Amber froze. Everyone froze.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm betting."
"What are you betting on?"
"I'm taking bets on whether Liam will go mad over you."
Amber really did not expect Laurant to do that. She simply cursed, "Do not f*****g dream about it, Laurant. You're crazy."
Laurant laughed furiously and said, "Yes, I'm crazy, but what can you do? There's nothing you can do with me."
Laurant threw down his knife and had Amber taken into custody. He was still bleeding from his wounds, but he laughed and did not let anyone dress him, instead letting his blood drip onto the ground. "Dad, let go. Please. I'm really begging you." Harry was on his kne
