Chapter 4183
Married At First Sight Chapter 4183
Chapter 4183
“You can go wherever you want. I’ll be right there with you,” Pedro said firmly. “Miss, no matter what happens in the future, you can’t push me away again. What you did this time was far too dangerous. If something had gone wrong, your life would have been at risk. And for what? For people like them? It’s not worth it.”
The three Janzen brothers had nearly harmed Kathryn.
“There won’t be a next time,” Kathryn replied resolutely. “This was the first and last. They’re not worth the risk. I only did it to repay my mother’s kindness—the little bit of maternal love she showed me before she passed away.”
She took a deep breath and added, “I severed all ties with them completely last night. Have you sent my father his pension money yet? Just give it to him in one lump sum. I doubt we’ll ever have any contact again.”
As soon as she spoke, a wave of sadness washed over her. She had so little family left to cling to.
“Get some rest. Once your injuries heal in a few days, I’ll go see Mr. Janzen again,” Pedro reassured her.
He wanted Kathryn to concentrate on her recovery rather than worry about anything else. He would take care of everything.
Holden should consider himself fortunate that Kathryn still had even a small attachment to family. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t care whether he lived or died.
After all, Holden had never treated Kathryn like a daughter.
There had never been a father-daughter bond between them.
“I think he’ll come,” Kathryn murmured as she closed her eyes, exhaustion overtaking her. “Pedro, I need to rest for a bit. I’m too tired. While I’m sleeping, don’t let anyone in.”
Liberty had said she would visit after work.
“Oh, but if Liberty comes, please wake me up,” she added.
Pedro gently tucked the
She wrapped a blanket around her and said softly, “Okay, sleep now. I’ll keep an eye on the IV.” It had been another long day of treatment. She needed fluids again, and the infusion would last for hours—likely until evening. Her body remained weak, and she quickly drifted off to sleep. Now that her fever had broken, she finally found peace.
Meanwhile, at the Janzen family’s old estate, Holden spent a restless night. Even when he managed to doze off, his dreams were filled with horror. He envisioned his sons killing Kathryn, dismembering her, and disposing of her body in the deep sea. He dreamt of Kathryn appearing before him, covered in blood, pleading in anguish—questioning why he, as a father, had allowed his children to turn on each other. What had she done to deserve this? Even if she had made mistakes, did she truly deserve to die?
He had known his sons wanted her dead, yet he hadn’t intervened. He hadn’t even warned her. He had let it all happen. When he woke up, he was drenched in sweat and couldn’t fall back asleep. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, waiting for dawn. But because he hadn’t rested well the night before, exhaustion washed over him again.
Now, he sat alone at the dining table, staring at the elaborate breakfast the housekeeper had prepared. His usual appetite was absent. He hadn’t touched a single bite. Yawning, he wanted to rest, but he knew that no matter how tired he felt, he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he received some news.
He had never liked Kathryn; in fact, he had even hated her. But now that his sons had actually tried to kill her, an inexplicable sadness lingered. After all, she was still his daughter. Her blood ran through his veins.