The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 210

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 the law.”

“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 collapse, his temper snapped. “Wendy already apologized to you! What more do you want?”

Lily let out a cold laugh. “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. Why couldn’t this woman ever 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 nonetheless 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 voice laced with accusation.

“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 the last 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 Leila’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 flared 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, scornful laugh. 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 particularly 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.”

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