Chapter 58

Josiah raised his hand and wiped off the blood on his forehead. He was so furious he gritted his teeth. "Meredith Leighton. How dare you hit me?" Meredith was stunned by the blood on his forehead. However, the next second she smiled. "Josiah, compared to you throwing me on glass shards, what is this? Although I can't fight you, it doesn't mean I can't defend myself. If you force my hand…" She rushed out of the bathroom, grabbed a knife from the coffee table, and aimed it at Josiah. "…I will stab you!" At that moment, she was barely dressed and dripping from head to toe in the water. Her face was pale with terror, yet she was gripping the knife tightly. She looked extremely wretched. Josiah did not take her threats seriously. He wiped the blood off his face while walking toward her. He sneered, "Okay, if you dare stab me, I'll let you go tonight." Stab! The sharp knife entered his skin. Josiah was bewildered. He slowly looked down at his chest. At the same place three years ag