Chapter 514 Blood in the Celebration
Cradling Cherise, he bellowed, “Jacob!” His hoarse voice pierced the air.
Chaos erupted in the venue.
It wasn’t just Jacob.
Almost everyone in the room stood up and rushed over.
Charisa, plagued by poor health and consumed by worry for Cherise, knew that standing up would result in fainting.
While everyone else rushed to attend to the bride’s injuries, her biological mother remained calmly seated at a distance.
Maeve was seated next to her.
“To the hospital!”
After inspecting Cherise hand injury, he declared decisively, “It appears to have damaged the tendons and bones. We must get to the hospital!”
“Alright!”
As Jacob’s words echoed, Damien scooped Cherise into his arms and uttered, “Don’t be scared, Cherry.”
Cherise’s face was blanched from the agony.
But she smiled wearily at Damien and murmured, “I’m not scared.”
“It’s just a little painful… but I’m okay.”
“How would you be?!”
Damien’s voice faltered for the first time, “Don’t speak, I’ll take you to the hospital!”
“What about the wedding?”
The girl asked deliriously as cold sweat beaded her forehead.
“Postpone it or reschedule.”
Damien held her tightly and sprinted towards the exit, “You are the priority.”
“Your hand is equally important as well!”
A piercing scream echoed through the venue as Damien carried Cherise toward the entrance.
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“Murder!!!”
“Ms. Charisa Miles -!”
The voices sent chills down everyone’s spine.
Cherise’s eyes widened in disbelief as she struggled to escape Damien’s grasp. “My mom!” she
shricked.
Damien’s frown deepened, acutely aware of Charisa’s fragile state.
If he doesn’t let Cherise down now….
He tightly clutched the squirming girl and swiftly dashed back into the venue.
The atmosphere inside the venue was sickeningly unpleasant, as the central area was filled with the stench of blood.
Charisa was nestled in Beckham’s arms.
A crimson stream gushed relentlessly from her wounded stomach, staining her pristine white dress.
And beside her stood Maeve, concealed behind a mask, wielding a knife as Zachary firmly gripped her neck.
Zachary’s firm grip on Maeve’s neck drained the color from her l*ps.
She would meet her maker with just a little more pressure from Zachary,
Cherise leaped out of Damien Lenoir’s arms and cried hysterically, “Mom-!”
Charisa, gasping for breath, gazed at Cherise’s blood-soaked hand with aching sorrow and muttered, “Silly girl.”
“Your hand is so important. Go to the hospital.”
“But your life is more important!”
Tears welled in Cherise’s eyes as she held Charisa’s hand and sobbed, “Mom…”
How could this happen? How could this happen?
She had just acknowledged her mom not long ago!
She had just forcedly accepted that her mom was about to leave her!
This was her wedding!
This was supposed to be her happiest moment!
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But her mom…
“Cough-!”
Maeve choked and gasped for breath under Zachary’s grip.
Maeve smirked defiantly. “Avenge my parents at Dame’s wedding… my life is a worthy sacrifice!”
Shut up!”
Zachary’s unyielding grip with a forceful grip left Maeve unconscious.
As the ambulance arrived, they hoisted Cherise, Charisa, and Maeve onto the stretcher.
Little did anyone anticipate that this wedding at the New World Restaurant would end with the bride injured and both the groom’s sister and mom unconscious.
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