Adelaide, in a state of drunken frenzy, was wavering knife in her hand, gesturing towards her wrist. The dozen or so guests who had come for the party w
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ere utterly shocked, nothing like this had ever happened before. They had organized many such gatherings, and Adelaide had always played the gracious hostess, never overindulging, always poised and dignified. The only thing different this time was that Stuart wasn’t around. They had thought this party was Adelaide’s way o of showing she could handle things even without Stuart around, that she was in control. But they couldn’t have been more wrong. Adelaide was drunk and now, alarmingly, contemplating suicide. Everyone was on edge. Without Stuart, if anything happened to Adelaide, they would all be in deep trouble. Barclay tried to approach her, his voice calm but firm, “Adelaide, Stuart is on his way, just put the knife down, please.” Adelaide screamed, “Don’t come any closer! I don’t want any of you! I only want Stuart!” Her hand shook with how drunk and agitated she was, and the knife cut across her wrist, blood started to drip down on the floor. Barclay immediately stopped. “Okay, okay, I’m not coming closer. Just don’t move, Adelaide. Wait for Stuart, alright?” Someone else quickly added, “Mr. Hetfield is on his way, hell be here any minute.” Adelaide was laughing through tears, “Get out! All of you, just get out! You’re all making fun of me, aren’t you? I know you are! Just leave!” In her agitation, the cut deepened, and her wrist was all bloody. No one dared to leave. If they did and something happened to Adelaide, they could never forgive themselves. But staying put while Adelaide was so distraught seemed equally risky. At that moment, a figure strode into the room Stuart’s entrance was like a storm, immediately adding a tense weight to the atmosphere. He walked straight up to Adelaide and said coldly, “Give me the knife.” Adelaide, somewhat dazed, finally focused on Stuart standing before her. Her madness subdued, her eyes filled with vulnerability, “Stuart, you’re here, I thought you’d abandoned me. You wouldn’t leave me alone, would you?” Stuart’s voice was stern, “Give me the knife, now.” Trembling, Adelaide slowly handed the knife over. Even in her drunken state, she didn’t dare refuse or use suicide to threaten Stuart. There was an inherent fear of him deep within her. Stuart took the knife and tossed it aside, his tone mocking yet dangerously serious, “Very well, resorting to threats of suicide now Adelaide? Have I been too lenient, making you this bold?” Adelaide seemed to sober up significantly, stepping back in fear. The others barely breathed. When Mr. Hetfield got angry, it was truly frightening. Only Barclay, seeing Adelaide in such a distressed state, couldn’t help but say, “Stuart, her wrist is still bleeding. Maybe see a doctor first?” Stuart turned and walked away, calling to Adelaide over his shoulder, “Follow me.” Even in her intoxicated state, Adelaide hurried after him. Barclay breathed a sigh of relief; they were going to see a doctor What exactly had happened that made Adelaide lose her composure like this? And then, Barclay’s thoughts suddenly drifted to Morwenna, the girl who didn’t fear his dog and even hit him. Could Adelaide’s breakdown be because of Morwenna? Chapter 105 That same night, at Healing Streams Medical Center, Morwenna had a restless sleep She was worried about what might be happening at the villa. Back in her mountain village, life was straightforward–people met, married, and settled without drama or secrets.