Chapter 730

Blood for Blood

Ethan Roscente's knuckles turned white.

He stared at Sophia Evans' perfectly made-up face, feeling nothing but disgust.

"Did you give Theo those bruises?"

Sophia casually flipped her hair.

"Kids are tough. What's the big deal?"

Ethan's gaze turned glacial.

With a flick of his wrist, four bodyguards closed in.

"What are you doing?" Sophia shrieked, stumbling backward.

Two men pinned her shoulders while the others dug their nails into the tender flesh of her inner arms.

"Agh—"

Sophia gasped in pain.

Ethan watched coldly.

"Does it hurt? Theo is only five."

Struggling to lift her head, Sophia's makeup had smeared.

"Ethan! You'd do this for some bastard—"

Her words cut off as his hand clamped around her jaw.

Leaning down, his voice dripped ice.

"Recognize this?"

From his suit pocket, he withdrew a bloodstained fruit knife.

Sophia's pupils contracted.

The blade she'd used to stab Theo.

"Three wounds." Ethan tapped the flat of the blade against her cheek. "How many should I return?"

Sophia trembled violently.

"You can't... I'm an Evans—"

Ethan suddenly smiled.

Slowly, he rolled up his sleeves.

"Don't worry. I won't kill you."

The blade flashed.

Sophia's scream pierced the air.

"First cut. For Theo's right hand."

Blood dripped down her forearm.

Ethan wiped the blade methodically.

"Second cut. For his abdomen."

Sophia collapsed, her tears streaking mascara down her face.

"I was wrong... I swear—"

Ethan looked down at her.

"Final cut."

Crouching, he pressed the tip to her chest.

"Here. Where Theo almost died."

Sophia's eyes bulged in terror.

As steel broke skin, she shattered completely.

"I raised him for five years! Five!"

Ethan paused.

Studying her twisted expression, he suddenly sheathed the knife.

"You're right."

Sophia barely had time to exhale before his next words froze her blood.

"So you'll live for five more."

Turning toward the exit, his black coat flared like dark wings.

"Three cuts a day. Until the debt's paid."