Chapter 63

Seizing the moment, Daphne bit Wilson's hand. Caught off guard by the pain, he reflexively shoved her. Wearing two-inch heels, Daphne lost her balance and fell backward. The back of her head slammed into the concrete wall of the underground parking lot. She felt an intense burst of pain, as if a large chunk of her scalp had been torn away. Dizziness overcame her, and her vision went dark within moments. She lost consciousness.

Her body slid limply down the wall until she collapsed onto the floor. The sudden turn of events startled Wilson. Looking up, he saw Daphne slumped on the ground.

Frowning disdainfully, he complained, "Daphne, stop pretending. I know acting is your forte. Are you using this to gain sympathy and play the victim?"

Sebastian, having overheard Wilson harassing Daphne on the phone, rushed out of his house, worried sick. The call remained connected, allowing him to hear Wilson's tirade. Arriving at the scene, he saw Wilson pushing Daphne just as she fell.

Fury surged through Sebastian. Without hesitation, he punched Wilson in the face. Wilson fell to the ground.

Sebastian glared coldly at Wilson, his eyes blazing with anger. "Wilson, is this what your parents taught you? To lay hands on a woman?"

Then, he knelt beside Daphne, carefully cradling her in his arms. His voice laced with worry, he said, "Daph, wake up."

Wilson, his sharp gaze narrowed, said, "She claimed she was here to borrow haute couture for Yvonne, but she was meeting you instead. Of course, she lied to me."

Sebastian ignored him. Seeing Daphne wasn't responding, he gently patted her cheeks. "Daphne, say something. Are you okay? Where are you hurt?"

Wilson slowly got to his feet, wiping blood from his split lip. "Sebastian, are you stupid or naive? You're really falling for this? I know Daphne's tricks all too well after being with her for so many years. She loves to act weak to evoke sympathy and make people soften up. What could possibly be wrong with her?"

Daphne stirred slightly in Sebastian's arms, regaining some consciousness. Amid the blurred voices, one sounded familiar. Was it Sebastian? Why was he here?

Weakly, she murmured, "My head I hit my head."

Sebastian immediately felt the back of her head. He found a swollen lump; it was serious, and there might even be internal bleeding. He shouted, glaring at Wilson, "What a bastard! Wilson, how dare you hit a woman? Are you even a man? You're just like a beast!"

"Sebastian, my head hurts a lot. I feel a little nauseous"

Sebastian had been ready to confront Wilson, but Daphne's condition was serious. Scooping her up, he reassured her, "Let's go. I'm taking you to the hospital. Don't be scared. Everything will be fine."

Daphne nodded faintly. As they passed Wilson, she tugged on Sebastian's arm, signaling him to stop. Suppressing her nausea, she fixed a cold, piercing gaze on Wilson, whose expression was unreadable. "Wilson, I won't forget what happened today. The debts you owe me are countless, and I'll make you pay up every single one."