Chapter 38:

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“At least I had a wonderful night with him, unlike someone so unattractive and even disgusting that even the person they like is repulsive,” Allison remarked with a faint, sarcastic smile.

“You could have at least given us a heads-up about your wedding date. After all, it’s such an ill-fated day, hardly ideal for venturing out,” she continued, her voice dripping with disdain.

Melany’s anger flared, and even Colton was taken aback by Allison’s demeanor. “Well, Allison! You’ve really outdone yourself these past three years!” he yelled.

Kellan, who had been absently playing with a cat, seemed contemplative at Allison’s words. He furrowed his brow, recalling the woman from that night who had treated him as nothing more than a gigolo.

Melany, struggling to keep her anger in check, forced a smile so tight that her nails nearly drew blood. “I didn’t realize you had such little regard for propriety. But discussing such matters so openly is unseemly. Those who don’t know any better might think you’re the type of woman who flits from one man to another. If you ever wish to find a good man…”

Melany watched Kellan’s face closely, noting a shadow of contemplation. “Those picky elites still disdain such behavior, so Allison, perhaps it’s best if you temper your freedom a bit to avoid offending them.”

“Are you talking about those stubborn old fogies?” Allison replied with a hint of defiance before Kellan’s laughter broke out.

“A woman’s virtue isn’t measured by so-called chastity. What truly matters is character. For instance, people like you who stir up trouble and are eager to cause problems for others should have their tongues cut out to learn a lesson,” he said coldly.

Allison was taken aback by Kellan’s sharpness. She hadn’t anticipated such a severe reaction, though his principles seemed unwavering.

Kellan turned his gaze to Colton with casual indifference. “What do you think, Mr. Stevens?”

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Kellan’s use of the title “Mr. Stevens” carried the same cutting sarcasm as Allison’s earlier remarks.

Both Colton and Melany understood this as a blatant threat, and they were too intimidated to respond. As they exited, simmering with silent fury, a cold breeze swept the back of their heads.

Melany’s eyes widened in shock as she saw a knife deeply embedded in the door. It was stuck into the wood, just inches away from her head.

Colton felt a sudden chill on his face and touched it to find fresh blood.

“You’re bleeding!” Melany shrieked, noticing her hair fluttering in the breeze.

In stunned disbelief, she realized her long hair had been shorn off.

“Ah!” Melany’s cries pierced the air.

Clang! Allison placed her neatly arranged tools down. Melany, weakened and trembling, backed away in terror as Allison approached her.

“Can’t we settle this? This is deliberate harm!” Melany protested.

Allison, her expression impassive, casually removed the file from the door. “Sorry, the incessant barking outside had me on edge, so I just tossed it out to scare the dogs,” she said, waving the knife in front of them without a trace of apology.

“If you use any more foul language next time, I’ll aim it right at your heads.”

“You’re insane!” Colton fumed, his face flushed with rage. “You’re a crazy woman!”

Before he could finish, Allison slammed the door shut, barely missing his nose.

She locked the door and wiped her hands clean as if she had touched something unspeakably filthy.

“Finally, some peace,” she muttered with a satisfied sigh.

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