Chapter 562 Suicide
Mary looked at him warily, his eyes fixated on her as if she were already his prey.
The unpleasant memories resurfaced at that moment. Mary bit her lip, suddenly grabbed a kitchen knife, and pressed it against her neck.
"You're right, I don't dare to touch you, but that doesn't mean I won't harm myself. Matthew, if you take one more step, I'll cut my neck open. Let's see if you can still say those things to a corpse!"
Matthew stopped, the playful expression on his face vanished instantly, and he stared at her with a dark gaze. "Put the knife down!"
Instead of putting it down, Mary pressed it closer to her neck. She stubbornly said, "Get out, you're not welcome here!"
Matthew didn't move, just continued to stare at her darkly.
Seeing this, Mary gritted her teeth and pressed the knife closer to her neck again. The sharp knife made a quick cut on her delicate skin, a line of blood appearing on her slender neck.
Matthew's pupils suddenly contracted, and he quickly stepped forward to snatch the knife away. His movements were so fast that Mary had no time to react, and the knife was thrown to the ground.
Looking at the wound on her neck, Matthew's face turned extremely grim. "Mary, you're something, daring to commit suicide in front of me!"
Mary's face turned a bit paler, and she struggled forcefully. "Let go, let go of me!"
She struggled, trying to reach for the knife again!
Seeing the determination in her eyes, Matthew was horrified and suppressed his anger. "If you don't move, I won't touch you!"
Mary trembled slightly, the wound stinging. Who knew what bacteria might have gotten into it? If it entered her bloodstream, the consequences could be dire.
Matthew grabbed her wrist and turned to take her out the door.
"What are you doing?" Mary looked at him warily.
Matthew said in a deep voice, "Going to the hospital!"
Mary struggled for a moment, and Matthew turned back to look at her sharply. "If you keep moving and your blood circulation speeds up, those viruses will enter your body and cause irreversible damage. You'll be the one crying then!"
Hearing this, Mary didn't dare to move. She was afraid of dying.
She just didn't want to be controlled by Matthew anymore.
Seeing her calm down, Matthew felt a bit self-mocking. To escape from him, she was even willing to commit suicide. That's quite something!
On the way, both of them were very quiet.
One didn't want to talk, and the other was still angry, creating a bit of tension in the atmosphere.
At the hospital, they first gave her a tetanus shot, and then drew blood for testing. By the time the results came out, two hours had passed.
Fortunately, there was no bacterial infection.
The wound on Mary's neck was disinfected and didn't need bandaging, just a band-aid.
Matthew walked ahead, his tall and imposing figure exuding a cold aura. He went outside and took out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it.
Mary walked past him, not wanting to pay him any attention.
"Mary."
Matthew called her name in a deep voice, looking at her figure.
Mary didn't stop, not wanting to linger at all.
Matthew took a deep drag of his cigarette, his cheeks slightly hollowing, and then exhaled the smoke. Through the hazy smoke, he looked at her figure and spoke again.
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