Chapter 104 Do You Have Any Proof?
Emily was absolutely stunned when she heard this.
"You're absolutely vicious!"
"Vicious?" Max said mockingly. "How dare I compare to you when it comes to being vicious? My cruelty doesn't even amount to one ten-thousandth of yours."
Emily tried to argue her way out: "You claim I pushed your mother down—where's your proof?"
"I don't have proof," Max replied. "Otherwise I would have called the police." It was precisely because he had no evidence that he had to use his own methods to make Emily pay blood for blood, life for life.
Now his mother was facing amputation, or even death.
Mom was the person he loved most, and thanks to this woman, she still hadn't woken up.
Did he really have to let Emily get away with this so easily?
Though he was young, he wasn't as innocent and kind as other seven-year-olds. He didn't care what others thought of him—even if they saw him as a "devil's child"—he would never let the person who hurt his mother go unpunished!
"Do it," Max commanded.
It didn't matter whether Emily admitted it or not.
He didn't need her confession!
"Stop! Stop..." Emily saw the gleaming blade positioned right next to her face, ready to slice through her skin in the next second. Her tone immediately softened. "Just hit me then! Beat me to death!" She didn't believe Max would actually kill her.
Besides—
She loved her beauty so much that for her, destroying her face would be more painful than killing her.
Max raised his hand. "Stop."
All the men in black immediately ceased their movements.
Max stood up and walked in front of Emily, looking down at her humble kneeling position. He glanced at her hands bound behind her back and said coldly, "Whether or not you pushed my mother, if you don't tell me, I'll not only destroy your face, I'll also shatter your hands."
Emily shook her head desperately. She would never admit to such a thing, even if it killed her. "I didn't... I really didn't..." She argued frantically, hoping this seven-year-old child might be naive enough to believe her lies.
"Max, sweetheart, who told you this? How could you suspect me? I'm a doctor—I only save lives. How could I possibly dare to kill someone?"
Emily gritted her teeth and continued, "You're only seven years old. How can you do such violent things? Who taught you this—was it your mother? How could she be so twisted, teaching you to do such things?"
Max narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning sinister.
For a moment, Emily suddenly felt that Max's expression looked familiar, instantly reminding her of Alexander.
He truly was Alexander's son—like father, like son. Alexander's ruthlessness had been inherited by Max, and perhaps the student had even surpassed the teacher.
"I see you still refuse to tell the truth," Max said coldly. "Fine. Did you really think I wouldn't dare to act?" He snatched the knife from the man's hand and pressed it against Emily's face, raising his hand to strike.
A bloody line immediately appeared on Emily's face, blood trickling out.
"Ahh! Ahh..." Emily wailed in agony like a banshee. "Murder! Help me!"
Outside the door, Liam heard Emily's screams and felt his heart skip a beat.
Max had ordered him to wait outside, but hearing Emily's cries, Liam couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed open the door and rushed in.
As soon as he stepped into the light, he saw Max gripping a knife tightly in his small hand, his other hand choking Emily's neck, raising his arm high as if about to slash at Emily's face again.
"No!"
Liam cried out in shock.
Max froze, snapping back to reality as he saw Liam rushing toward him.
"Don't..." Liam held his hand tightly, shaking his head.
"Let go!" Max was somewhat annoyed. "Whose side are you on?"
Was Liam actually going to help this woman?
This vicious woman had nearly killed Mom.
Didn't he care about Mom too?
Liam held his hand tightly, refusing to let go.
"Don't... dirty your own hands," Liam said, afraid that Max might actually commit murder and stain his hands with blood.
He was only seven years old—still a child. How could his hands be stained with such filthy blood?
He hated Emily too, but there was no need to dirty their hands because of a woman like this. This woman wasn't worth it.
Max looked into Liam's earnest eyes, and his grip loosened. The knife fell to the ground with a sharp "clang," the crisp sound snapping Max back to his senses.
He pushed Liam. "Let go."
Liam shook his head, afraid that in his loss of control, Max might really do something insane.
He was protecting Max.
"I have a way to save... to save Grace," Liam said.
Max froze, suddenly gripping Liam's shoulders tensely. "What did you say?"
"I have a way!" Liam said with absolute certainty. He had a method to save Grace from amputation.
Max was skeptical. "Really?"
Liam nodded seriously.
Only then did Max's hands gradually relax, and the tension in his facial muscles eased somewhat.
He glanced at Emily. Even though Liam said he could save Mom, he still didn't want to easily let this woman go.
As if reading his thoughts, Liam suddenly pulled out an acupuncture kit from his pocket, extracted a silver needle, and turned toward Emily.
Emily saw the thin, long needle in his hand and began trembling all over.
Under the light, the needle tip gleamed coldly.
Emily didn't know what Liam intended to do with the needle, and she was terrified out of her mind. "What... what are you going to do?"
Liam frowned, stepped closer, grasped Emily's face with his small hand, and suddenly, holding that long needle, drove it hard into the crown of her head.
Emily let out an ear-piercing scream, convulsed a few times, rolled her eyes back, and passed out again.
"What did you do to her?" Max asked suspiciously.
Liam shook his head. "She's not dead." This needle, inserted into the crown position, would cause her to lose a portion of her short-term memory.
Next, Liam took out two slightly thicker needles and inserted them into two key points on Emily's lower jaw.
Max didn't understand the purpose of these three needle insertions.
Liam had no intention of explaining. He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood from Max's hands, took his hand gently, and said, "Let's go back."
"Do you really have a way to prevent Mom from having the amputation?" Max asked.
"Yes." Liam nodded again. "Trust me!"
...
Half an hour later.
The subordinates drove Max and Liam back to the hospital.
At the hospital entrance, Max turned to them and said, "You may go now."
"Does Mr. Foster have any other instructions?"
"Not at the moment."
"If Mr. Foster needs anything, please let us know immediately."
"Alright."
Max and Liam entered the hospital.
At that moment, the entire hospital was in an uproar—they had even called the police.
However, Max and Liam's sudden return to the hospital made everyone breathe a huge sigh of relief, feeling it had been a false alarm.
Alexander's expression was particularly grim.
He grabbed Liam and demanded, "Where did you two go?"