Chapter 210 No Mercy


    Chapter 210 No Mercy


    “No.”


    Lily lowered her gaze and looked down at Wendy with chilling indifference. Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. “Your phony regret means nothing to me. What I want is for you to be punished to the fullest extent of thew.”


    “Lily, don’t go too far!”


    Just moments ago, when Simon heard that Lily had once struggled in freezing water for nearly an hour and lost her ability to have children, his chest had tightened with guilt.


    But now, seeing her relentlessly press Wendy while Elsa stood there pale, blood at the corners of her lips and looking like she might copse, his temper snapped. “Wendy already apologized to you! What more do you want?”


    Lily let out a coldugh. “You’re so forgiving, Simon. So tell–me–if I murdered you and then apologized at your grave, would you choose to forgive me?”


    “Lily!”


    Veins bulged at Simon’s temples, his fury boiling. <i>Why </i><i>couldn’t </i><i>this </i><i>woman ever </i>just let things go?


    “Lily, please… I’m begging you, let my mom go.”


    Elsa couldn’t bring herself to apologize to Lily, but humiliation colored her cheeks and eyes nheless as she pleaded. Just as she finished, her body shuddered violently, and a harsh cough tore from her throat, blood oozing from the corners of her mouth.


    “Elsa!”


    John rushed to her, catching her before she fell. He pulled her tightly into his arms, then turned sharply on Lily, his voiceced with usation.


    “Elsa’s condition has worsened fast these past two days. Are you really going to keep pushing until she dies? Lily, I don’t want Elsa spending thest moments of her life filled with regret. I’ll say it again–make peace with Wendy. Stop being so cruel!”


    James had no interest in meddling in Lily’s personal affairs.


    Least of all her tangled drama with John and the rest.


    But strangely, seeing John act like her boyfriend, ordering her around, something about it unsettled him.


    And when he looked over at Lily’s pale face, those familiar eyes that so closely resembled Le’s glistening with unshed tears, a heaviness tightened in his chest.


    That dull ache made his mouth move before his brain could stop him.


    “John, whether I end up divorcing Lily or not, the fact is, she is still my wife. And as James‘ wife, no one has the right to dictate her actions–not you. There will be no reconciliation. Wendy at…cked and framed my wife. That means she made herself an enemy of the Luke family. As far as I’m concerned, we’re mortal


    enemies now.”


    John’s face darkened.


    He hadn’t expected James to publicly call Lily his wife like that.


    Wasn’t he desperate to divorce her? Why was he defending her like this?


    But then he remembered–James already had someone he loved. He’d even tried to set up Lily with Simon not long ago. That reminder soothed a bit of the jealousy gnawing at him.


    Still, in his mind, Lily was his. His future bride. And hearing James say otherwise lit a fire in him.


    A sharp, icy fire red in his eyes as he stepped forward, staring James down without backing off.


    “Lily isn’t your wife. She’s my girlfriend.”


    “Heh.”


    James let out a short, scornfulugh. The air around him turned cold and imposing.


    “Everyone knows you already held a wedding with Elsa. You’ve got a new woman, and you’re still chasing your ex? You and Elsa are a perfect match–selfish, hypocritical, and shameless.”


    “How dare you say that about Lizzy!”


    Simon couldn’t help feeling sour hearing James call Lily his wife.


    Even though he didn’t particrly like her, he didn’t mind the idea of being set up with her.


    Now, watching tears pool in Elsa’s eyes and blood stain her lips, he quickly added, “I’m begging you–let Wendy go. If she ends up in prison, Lizzy won’t hold on much longer. You can’t just sit back and watch her die!”


    “Simon, no one forced Wendy to run Lily over and frame her.”


    James wasn’t swayed by guilt trips.


    “Shemitted a crime, and now she must face the consequences. It’s called justice. Lily is doing nothing more than defending her legal rights. What part of that makes her the one at fault? If Wendy goes to prison and Elsa dies from grief, that’s on them. It has nothing to do with me–or with Lily.”


    “James…”


    Simon could see it now–James had made up his mind. Wendy wasn’t getting away this time.


    He wanted Elsa to be happy. He didn’t want her to suffer. But he knew all too well–once James decided something, no one could change/it.


    James turned away from him, no longer bothering to look his way. His eyes locked onto Wendy, and his voice dropped, cold and razor–sharp.


    “Wendy, you deliberately injured someone. That’s a serious crime. You’d better stay home and wait for the court summons. After the public bacsh, after your name’s been dragged through the mud–you still


    have the nerve to strut around like nothing happened? What, are you hoping some derangedizen dumps sewage on you in public?”


    James had always carried the presence of someone used to power. And with a face <i>so </imanding and striking, the weight of his gaze was suffocating.


    Under his stare, cold sweat broke out on Wendy’s forehead.


    For a brief second, she felt an overwhelming urge—to run.