Mrs. Jennings was about to lunge forward when Sunny charged forward and pounced on her. Ray started barking fiercely at her.

She held a knife, but Sunny jumped and bit her hand. She shrieked in pain, and the knife fell to the ground.

Ray rushed forward and bit the leg of her pants, frightening her so badly that she didn’t dare to go near and was forced to retreat.

Rachel hurriedly shut the door and managed to find a towel to wipe her eyes. She could barely see anything.

Opening her eyes took effort, and she felt a searing pain each time she tried doing so. She could still hear the woman outside the door, yelling at the top of her lungs.

“Rachel Lloyd, come on out! You filthy wench! You’re the one! If it weren’t for you, my husband wouldn’t have divorced me! Come out! I’ll kill you and then kill myself!”

Rachel couldn’t find her phone and bent down low to caress Sunny on its head.

“Sunny, help me find my phone, quick!”

Sunny ran upstairs while Ray crouched before Rachel. It looked as though he was trying to protect her.

Rachel patted his head. “Ray, take me to the bathroom, please?”

Ray immediately got on his paws, and Rachel followed him to the bathroom. She heaved a sigh of relief when she walked in.

“Thank you, Ray.”

Ray whimpered.

Rachel hurriedly rinsed herself under running water. Just then, Sunny came back with her phone in her jaws. She approached Rachel and rubbed her legs affectionately. Rachel, feeling her phone in Sunny’s mouth, grabbed it.

She felt slightly better after rinsing herself, and she immediately gave Tyler a call.

Tyler was still in a meeting, but he managed to answer the phone.

“What’s wrong, Rachel?” he asked.

“Come home, please! Mr. Jennings’ wife came rushing to our house with a knife! I’m still safe, but I need to go to the hospital right now. She poured a can of paint on me.”

“I’ll be back right away!”

The moment Tyler hung up, he rushed back to their apartment as quickly as he could. People outside his apartment managed to subdue Mrs. Jennings, who was still outside.

When Tyler pushed the door open, Rachel jumped from the couch.

“Tyler…”

Tyler saw the terrible state Rachel was in and frowned. Worry filled his eyes as he hauled her into his arms.

“I’ll take you to the hospital right now.”

When he walked to the door, Mrs. Jennings was midway through her tirade.

“Rachel Lloyd, you bitch! Whoever marries you will be one unlucky bastard!”

Tyler’s eyes grew cold as he shot daggers at the woman. His dark, dangerous look sent shivers down her spine. She immediately fell silent, not daring to say a word.

“Yale, I’ll hand this over to you. Call the police and withdraw all of our investments in her husband’s mall. I want to see news of her husband going bankrupt tomorrow!”

“Yes, Mr. Hunt.”

The woman’s face turned pale, and she shrieked, “Y–You can’t do this to my husband! I was the only one behind all these! It had nothing to do with my husband!”

“It doesn’t matter whether it has anything to do with your husband. The important thing is, your husband will settle scores with you.”

Tyler knew what would hurt the most.

Mr. Jennings started with nothing as an insignificant manager at the mall. If Tyler hadn’t noticed his competence and told his superiors to promote him to be the general manager, he wouldn’t have the success he had today.

Now that Tyler was threatening to withdraw his investment, Mr. Jennings’ superiors would hunt him down. Even the shareholders would question and blame him for it.

In the end, he would naturally blame it all on his wife.