Chapter 479: Scrapping your own leg
-You are nothing!
Orlando looked coldly at Mateo, his eyes full of contempt and coldness.
-He was already a disgusting being,” said Orlando, looking at Cecilia. Do you know what incest is? It’s a dirty existence that is despised by the whole of society, a dirty existence that is despised.
-Orlando, shut up, goddamn it!
Mateo’s anger boiled over.
But with Orlando holding Cecilia hostage, there was nothing Mateo could do but watch angrily as he continued to inflict harm on Cecilia and instil negative emotions in her.
As Cecilia’s condition worsened, Mateo did not know what to do.
But at that moment, Cecilia, who had been silent and frightened, suddenly spoke in a firm voice.
-No, I’m not. You’re the bad guy! You took mommy and you hurt me. You’re the bad guy and the police should take you to jail.
-What did you say?
Orlando’s face twisted as he looked viciously at Cecilia in his arms.
The girl shrank back but did not flinch in the slightest.
His stubborn look was surprisingly similar to Vanessa’s unexpected imagination.
Orlando’s heart faltered for a moment, but his eyes returned to malice at the thought that this was Vanessa’s daughter with Dylan, the best proof that she had betrayed him.
-You’re bad, and I won’t believe a word you say, not a word of it.
Cecilia looked at him and said in a firm tone.
-Heh, so worthy of being Dylan’s daughter, it’s a spectacle, I want to kill you.
-Orlando doesn’t mess around!
Matthew saw this and was quick to speak up to stop him.
But Orlando suddenly grabbed Cecilia’s delicate neck, and with the slightest force, the girl would suffocate to death.
Mateo looked terrified and wanted to pounce and take Cecilia back.
-I can’t kill Dylan, so I’ll kill you first. It’s the perfect way to get back at Dylan and give him a taste of hell.
Cecilia’s face turned red and she almost choked.
-Orlando! Kill Cecilia and you will get nothing, I promise you that Mr. Dylan will make your life hell and make you live an existence worse than hell.
Damn it, if Cecilia gets hurt in any way….
Just as Cecilia was about to choke, the rooftop door burst open.
-Candy!
Dylan came.
Seeing his little girl being choked by Orlando and almost suffocated to death, Dylan was immediately enraged.
Her eyes were cold and frightening as she stared at Orlando.
-Hey, there you are at last.
Orlando kept his grip on Cecilia’s neck and looked back at Dylan.
-What do you want to do?
Dylan asked in a cold voice as he clenched both fists.
Now he wanted to run and snatch his daughter away from him, wishing he was the one who drowned.
That was Dylan’s precious daughter whom he loved and cared for!
Dylan’s heart was heavy with worry, but his face was calm and serene.
-Heh, so Dylan, you have a heart too. I thought a cold-blooded, heartless man like you wouldn’t care about anyone else. That’s good, it shows I still have a useful bargaining chip in my hand.
Orlando scoffed.
He slowly loosened his grip, but still held Cecilia’s arm tightly and brought the sharp blade back against her neck.
Seeing the wound on Cecilia’s neck that had begun to bleed again, the cruelty in Dylan’s eyes almost overflowed.
Eyes fixed on Orlando, he stepped forward and asked.
-What are you going to make me do?
-Do what? -Orlando sneered, his eyes full of twisted hatred: “I’m going to make you give me back everything you took from me! If you want your daughter’s life, give me everything you have. And, jump from here. What about your life, for your daughter’s?
Orlando’s eyes were filled with nothing but amusement as he looked at Dylan.
-If I do what you say, will you really let my daughter go?
-Of course.
Orlando smiled nonchalantly, looking at Dylan with an amused look on his face.
-Good.
Dylan made a phone call and his lawyer rushed over, hastily drawn up papers in hand.
-Let me have a look.
The lawyer took the papers and turned the pages for Orlando to see for himself.
-This won’t do, I want cash now. I want all the money from your private account and the company account.
I wanted the company and I had to manage it, but of course it was not as good as the money.
Take the money and you can go anywhere in freedom.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
-Yes, but give me time.
Dylan accepted without hesitation, keeping his eyes on Cecilia out of the corner of his eye.
Cecilia looked weak after all the turns she had taken, and if she didn’t hurry, the girl’s condition would get worse.
But even though Dylan was desperate, he had to follow Orlando’s orders.
The wait was long.
Orlando simply carried Cecilia to the roof and leaned against the wall to save his strength.
His leg was lame from the last beating and he couldn’t use much strength in his wrist, but he could still choke a small child, so neither Dylan nor Mateo noticed his wrist injury.
But his limp was evident.
Dylan’s mind was quick to think of a response, but his face was silent.
-Let’s play a little before the lawyer does it all.
Orlando finished, looking at Mateo and tidying up.
-Go, bring Lord Dylan a dagger. Make sure it is sharp.
Mateo immediately looked at Dylan.
Seeing Dylan nod, he left, holding back his anger, and soon returned with the dagger.
-Do you know what I have lived through all this time? Not enough to eat, not enough to wear, not even a place to sleep. Dylan, it’s all because of you. I won’t be able to swallow my anger until I get some interest back.
-What do you want me to do?
Dylan asked as he picked up the dagger without changing his face.
-I’ve limped for your chase, now it’s time for you to pay the price. It’s simple, I’ll let you take the dagger and stab yourself in the leg. Left or right leg you can do what you want, but it has to be worse than mine.
Orlando’s face was full of amusement.
-Sir!
Matthew frowned and looked at Dylan with an anxious look.
However, Dylan did not even make a supercilious expression and simply took the dagger and plunged it viciously into his left leg.
-Dad!
Cecilia looked at Dylan’s injured and bleeding leg with wide eyes and fear.
-Honey, close your eyes.
Dylan looked at his daughter with a smile as he endured the severe pain in his leg.