She would be lying if she said that she was not scared.
Everybody has an instinct for survival and feels fear when in danger.
But the prospect of her children getting hurt scared her more than her being wounded.
Even Yvonne herself had not bargained on her lunging at them without a second thought.
She thought that the blade would cut her open, but unexpectedly, the anticipated pain did not come.
She slowly opened her eyes only to be greeted by the sight of the three dumbfounded boys.
The three boys were all staring over her back, open-mouthed, their facial expressions identical.
Yvonne turned her head and saw the familiar figure of the man.
Zachary instantly materialized behind her like a god. He grabbed the blade with his hand, and blood was gushing out of the cut in his palm, but he protected them from the knife!
The next second, Zachary snorted coldly and threw the knife away!
