Chapter 216: Fraser’s Woman

She wanted to escape, but her hands were tied, and her hair was being yanked. A ten-centimeter-long silver needle plunged into Summer’s arm. The sharp pain was so intense that her vision went black for a moment. She couldn’t hold back; she lashed out, kicking as hard as she could.

Yolanda hadn’t expected Summer to fight back. The force of the kick sent her stumbling to the ground. She quickly got back up and lunged at her. “Summer, you ungrateful wretch! I should have strangled you in the crib!” Yolanda had lost it.

This time, she picked up a syringe from the ground. The liquid inside was unknown. Summer scrambled to her feet and dashed toward the door, but it was locked. Yolanda followed closely behind, her eyes filled with malice. “Running? Who told you to bully Margaret? You filthy bitch, how dare you take Margaret’s place?”

Summer kicked at the door, but it wouldn’t budge. She had no choice but to turn in another direction. Yolanda stepped closer and closer. “What is that?” Summer asked. “This? It’s drugs. Highly addictive.” Yolanda had heard about its effects from drug addicts in prison. “As long as I inject you with this, by tonight, you’ll be nothing more than a junkie who accidentally fell off the rooftop. Hahaha!”

At the surveillance room, the security guards scanned through the footage. Trevor stood behind them, his face tense with anxiety. Suddenly, a shadow appeared near the stairwell, moving suspiciously. Trevor immediately recognized the middle-aged woman; he had seen her lurking around the parking lot earlier. The next second, she disappeared from view.

Without hesitation, Trevor bolted out of the room, rushing up the stairwell while calling out Summer’s name. As he climbed, he heard Summer’s desperate cries for help. Without thinking, he slammed his body into the door, forcing it open. And there, he saw the woman dressed in black, holding the syringe, ready to stab Summer.

Trevor sprinted forward and kicked Yolanda away. He immediately turned to Summer and helped her up. “Summer, are you okay?” As he spoke, he quickly untied the ropes around her wrists.

In that split second, Trevor shoved Summer aside. The blade plunged deep into his chest. Blood gushed from his wound. Summer’s eyes widened in horror. “Trevor…”

At that moment, security guards burst in and tackled Yolanda to the ground.

At the hospital, Scarlett and Bethany rushed in after seeing the news report. “What happened?” Scarlett asked anxiously. “How could my son get stabbed by some lunatic at Stewart Group’s mall?” Bethany tried to calm her down. “Mom, take it easy. Let’s check on Trevor first.”

They reached the surgery room and saw Summer sitting outside, staring blankly ahead, her expression unreadable. Scarlett’s chest burned with rage. Her eyes turned red with fury. “Summer! It’s you, isn’t it?! You already broke up with my son! Why are you still clinging to him and bringing disaster into his life? You’re nothing but a curse! How many times has my son ended up in the hospital because of you! Why weren’t you the one who got stabbed! How can you be this vicious?!”

Bethany quickly stepped in. “Mom, it wasn’t Summer who stabbed him! Why are you blaming her!” “If it weren’t for her, Trevor wouldn’t be lying in there right now! Get out of my way! I’m going to make her pay!”

Scarlett shoved Bethany aside and stormed toward Summer, raising her hand to slap her. But the next second, someone grabbed Scarlett’s wrist from behind. Before she could react, a strong force flung her backward, sending her crashing onto the floor.

Summer slowly lifted her head and saw a tall, handsome man standing there. It was Fraser. His expression was cold and distant as he towered over them. Scarlett frowned and shouted, “Who the hell are you? This is none of your business!” Bethany immediately tugged at Scarlett’s sleeve, signaling her to stop talking. “Mom, that’s Mr. Graham from the Graham family.”

Fraser’s gaze was icy and commanding. His voice was calm but filled with authority. “You think you can lay a hand on my woman without asking for my permission?” Scarlett and Bethany were both stunned. Scarlett blurted out in disbelief, “What? Summer is the Graham family’s son’s girlfriend?”

Fraser’s sharp eyes flicked over to her. He let out a cold, humorless chuckle. “What? Did you think she was yours?” Without giving them another glance, Fraser turned away from them and walked toward Summer. He lowered his gaze; his deep eyes studying her for a few seconds before extending his hand to her.