Chapter 708: More Than Anyone, I Don’t Want Anything to Happen to You
Chapter 708: Chapter 708: More Than Anyone, I Don’t Want Anything to Happen to You
The alpaca, frightened by the commotion, cowered in the corner, not daring to get any closer.
Diana Young’s lace dress had been pushed up to her navel. Her screams grew shriller. "Help me—"
"Stop screaming!" Harold Goodman covered her mouth with his hand.
Holden Lee happened to be delivering food to the building next door, so he decided to stop by and see Diana Young.
The door wasn’t shut tight. A flicker of joy crossed his face as he pushed it open and walked in. But when he saw the scene on the sofa, his expression instantly changed.
Holden Lee said in disbelief, "Danna, you... How could you..."
’Diana Young had clearly told him she didn’t have a boyfriend. So what was this?’
Harold Goodman jumped in surprise and looked over his shoulder, cursing, "Shit, how did a delivery boy like you get in here?"
Diana Young pushed the man’s hand away from her mouth and yelled, "Holden, save me! He’s a pervert!"
Hearing this, Holden Lee’s eyes widened. He rushed forward, yanked Harold Goodman to his feet, and threw a punch. "Son of a bitch, you pervert! How dare you lay a hand on Danna!"
Harold Goodman grunted, rubbing his cheek. "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded angrily.
"I’m Danna’s protector!" Holden Lee quickly took off his jacket and covered Diana Young with it. "Don’t be scared, Danna. I’m here. No one will hurt you."
"Thank you, Holden." Diana Young was instantly moved.
"Don’t be a fucking busybody!" Harold Goodman grabbed Holden Lee by the collar, warning him with a ferocious look. "If you know what’s good for you, pretend you saw nothing and get the hell out of here!"
Holden Lee pulled Diana Young into his arms, his face resolute. "Never! I’ll never let you hurt Danna again!"
"I knew you were the best to me, Holden!" Diana Young said in a cutesy, high-pitched voice.
Harold Goodman was already pissed off. Hearing their back-and-forth, his anger flared.
His eyes scanned the room, and he snatched a fruit knife from the coffee table. He brandished it threateningly. "Are you fucking leaving or not?"
Holden Lee stared at the gleaming tip of the knife but stood his ground, keeping Diana Young behind him.
He stuck his neck out and said in a deep voice, "I told you, you won’t touch Danna again unless you kill me!"
The veins on Harold Goodman’s hand bulged as he gripped the fruit knife, a nerve pulsing in his temple. "Don’t fucking push me. I’ll really kill you, you believe that?"
But Holden Lee replied, "Dying to protect Danna would be worth it for me!"
Diana Young, instantly moved, threw her arms around his waist. "Holden, thank you!"
Harold Goodman tightened his grip on the knife, gritting his teeth. "You really don’t give a shit about your life, do you? Since you’re forcing my hand, I’ll grant you your wish!"
With that, he plunged the knife into Holden Lee’s chest.
Diana Young felt a warm, wet liquid drip onto the back of her hand.
She pulled her hand back to look. It was covered in blood.
Her face paled instantly. She stared at Harold Goodman in disbelief, her voice trembling. "You... you’re insane... How could you actually stab him?"
"He fucking forced me to!" Harold Goodman roared, enraged.
Diana Young began to tremble all over, her face a mask of panic and fear. "What do we do now?"
Holden Lee’s tense body collapsed onto the sofa. Every breath brought a sharp pain, like metal scraping against flesh.
His eyes were filled with shock and terror, and a broken sound escaped his throat: "Danna... call... am..."
"Call an ambulance?" Diana Young realized, quickly grabbing her phone.
Just as she unlocked the screen, Harold Goodman snatched the phone from her hand.
"What are you doing?" Diana Young cried out.
Harold Goodman sneered. "Didn’t he just say he was willing to die to protect you? Then let him die!"
"Are you crazy?" Diana Young was both angry and panicked. "If he dies, you’ll be a murderer!"
Harold Goodman chuckled. "And you’ll be an accomplice."
Holden Lee’s eyes were now closed, his breathing growing weaker. His white sweatshirt was stained dark red with blood.
"Don’t... don’t you dare make baseless accusations!" Diana Young was frantic. Seeing the open door, she frowned. "Close the door first!"
As Harold Goodman went to close the door, Dana Young happened to return.
Seeing the horrific scene inside, her eyes widened in shock. She pointed at Holden Lee and asked, "Who did this?"
"Harold Goodman!" Diana Young answered immediately. "I was going to call an ambulance, but he snatched my phone!"
Dana Young turned to Harold Goodman, asking in despair, "Why would you do something like this? Don’t you know I’m pregnant? You’re about to be a father! I can’t believe you’ll be in prison when our child is born!"
"I’m going to be a father?" Harold Goodman asked, pleasantly surprised.
Dana Young pointed at Holden Lee on the sofa and said angrily, "What good is that? You’re going to prison!"
"No, I won’t!" Harold Goodman’s eyes darted around. "We’ll just say Diana Young stabbed him!"
"What did you say?" Diana Young stared at him, stunned. "Have you no shame? You stabbed him, and you want me to clean up your mess?"
Harold Goodman sneered. "This is all your fault. If you hadn’t screamed, he wouldn’t have tried to play the hero!"
Dana Young sensed something was wrong. "What happened just now?"
"Sis, while you were out, he..." Diana Young explained how Harold Goodman had tried to assault her.
Dana Young slapped Harold Goodman across the face. "You really are shameless! Danna is my sister, how could you?"
Harold Goodman explained, "Honey, I was just joking around with her. I didn’t think she’d get so worked up."
"Joking around?" Diana Young said, humiliated and furious. "Your hand was inside my underwear! Is that your idea of a joke?"
Hearing this, Dana Young slapped Harold Goodman again.
She walked over to Diana Young, her tone becoming placating. "Danna, he was in the wrong. I’ll apologize to you on his behalf. I’m pregnant, after all, and we’re going to be family. Please don’t be mad at your brother-in-law, okay?"
Diana Young opened her mouth, then said irritably, "We can put that aside for now, but what are we going to do about him stabbing someone like this?"
"Wait a minute. I’m going to call a lawyer friend." Dana Young went into another room to make the call.
About ten minutes later, she returned to the living room and crouched in front of Diana Young. She spoke earnestly, "Danna, I asked the lawyer. If it’s a case of self-defense resulting in death, you can avoid prison."
Diana Young frowned, asking suspiciously, "Sis, what are you trying to say?"
"Danna, please, I’m begging you." Dana Young’s voice was choked with sobs. "I’m pregnant. Harold can’t go to prison."
"So you want me to take the fall for him?" Diana Young let out a bitter laugh. "Sis, I’m your own sister!"
"You are my own sister. I don’t want anything to happen to you more than anyone," Dana Young explained. "The lawyer said as long as you insist you’re the one who stabbed him because he was trying to rape you, you won’t have to go to prison."