Gemma York's mouth opened and closed, his feet thrashing wildly on the bed; he was really about to die.
Just when he thought he was doomed today, Dylan Young suddenly yanked him off the bed, simultaneously releasing his neck, and with a bang, his body fell to the ground.
Gemma York's knee hit the ground hard, but he could no longer care about the pain. He clutched his neck, gasping for fresh air with his mouth wide open.
He heard Dylan's cold voice from above: "You should be grateful I'm not a reckless killer. You have no more chances. If you dare to do anything to harm Nell Harris and her daughter again, I'll make sure your entire family accompanies you to the grave. Today was just a small lesson."
Gemma York raised his head: "You... who exactly are you?"
His neck had been choked for so long, it felt like it was burning with pain, his voice hoarse, barely able to emit any sound.
