Chen Zhi stared at him dumbly until she saw him pushing the wheelchair closer to the coffee table and watched his hand reaching for the fruit knife in the fruit basket. Only then did she snap back to reality, realizing what he intended to do!
"Dad, don't!" She rushed over swiftly, grabbing his hand that was about to stab the knife into his chest.
The sharp blade cut her palm, and blood started gushing out instantly.
Chen Zhi gritted her teeth and snatched the knife away, throwing it far into the corner.
"Someone, come quickly! Aunt Zhou, Aunt Zhou, hurry!" She shouted urgently, and all the servants in the house rushed in at the call.
"Ah, young mistress, what happened to you?!" Aunt Zhou screamed in panic upon seeing her bleeding palm.
Chen Zhi's face paled as she frowned tightly, but her mind remained remarkably calm.
