Chapter 1380

Ezra's scream pierced the air, only to be silenced abruptly by Dustin's unyielding steel grip.

He squeezed Ezra's throat, forcing the scream back down. Ezra's face turned crimson as he flailed helplessly.

The terror of imminent death filled Ezra, who managed to croak, "Let go ... please ..."

Dustin dryly remarked, "Fighting with a knife because your fists aren't enough, huh? Aren't you ashamed?'

His fingers tightened, making Ezra's eyes roll back.

"Stop hurting him!" Suddenly, a scream cut through the tension between them.

It was followed by a loud crash as a bottle struck the back of Dustin's head. Glass fragments erupted into the air like fireworks, and the scent of spilled alcohol flooded the room.

Dustin scowled, turning to face Eleanor. She stood there, still holding the shattered bottle. Fear and guilt painted on her face.

After a moment, Eleanor realized what she had done. She tossed the remaining bottle fragment aside and tried to explain herself. "Dustin, I'm sorry!