A little way from the table, there was a fruit knife.
Irene Morton looked in that direction, and Asher Land followed her gaze, suddenly knitting his brows with a bad premonition.
He had just taken a step, intending to grab the knife, but Irene was closer to the desk and already had that thought in mind. So as Asher took a step, she ran over and grabbed the knife herself.
"Irene, don't do anything rash!" Colton Morton was truly startled and hurriedly tried to rush over to snatch the knife from Irene's hand.
"Don't come any closer." In utter despair, Irene pressed the gleaming, razor-sharp knife to her wrist and said bitterly, "Fine, Brother Asher, if you're determined to marry Sister Sophie, then go ahead, marry her. In your heart, I mean nothing. Even if I die, you wouldn't even blink, right?"
"Put the knife down!" Asher Land shouted at her in a grave voice, lowering his tone.
