Chapter 21

The atmosphere in the room had reached freezing point by now. The fruit knife had fallen right between Jordan and Josephine. It was enough to decide which one of them lived or died right now. Josephine lunged for the knife and grabbed it right away. Her fingers were trembling around the knife as tears fell down her cheeks. "Please don't hate me, Jordan," Josephine mumbled. "I wouldn't have appealed to Stephen's favor if you hadn't asked me for money all the time to feed your gambling addiction! None of this would've happened. You were the one who made me do this!" Josephine then forced herself to get up with the weak strength she had and lunged at Jordan with the knife, jaw clenched tight. But Josephine hadn't had a proper recovery after her miscarriage. Plus, she was quite weak right now. So she immediately stumbled and fell. The fruit knife ended up cutting Jordan's arm and nowhere else. It was like watching two caged beasts fighting. Stephen quietly lit a cigar and blew ou