How dare they threaten her?

Aimee, observing, could tell from Katelyn’s look that Zayden and his wife had pushed her too far.

Wrenley, feeling the icy tension from Katelyn, swallowed nervously, her fear intensifying.

“Katelyn, you’d better not move, or you’ll be responsible for her death!”

Their behavior was a clear reflection of Zoey’s own. Truly, like parents, like daughter.

The other medical staff looked on anxiously, fearful that Wrenley might actually harm Marcia.

However, in the next moment, Katelyn took action. Before Wrenley could react, Katelyn moved swiftly, her hand slicing through the air like a blade, striking sharply at Wrenley’s wrist tendon. Wrenley’s grip loosened, and the knife fell to the ground, clattering loudly as it struck the hard floor.

Startled, Wrenley instinctively stooped to pick up the knife, but Katelyn swiftly kicked it away. Simultaneously, she gave Marcia a shove on the shoulder, releasing her from Wrenley’s grip.

In a flash, Wrenley lost hold of both the hostage and the weapon. As she attempted to recapture Marcia, Katelyn delivered a sharp kick to her leg.

“Ah!” Wrenley collapsed to the floor, clutching her leg and crying out in agony.

Zayden’s expression darkened; he couldn’t allow things to end this way. He rushed at Katelyn, yelling, “Katelyn, you’ll regret this!”

But at that moment, the police burst in, commanding, “Freeze!” Armed officers aimed their weapons at Zayden and Wrenley, effectively halting any further resistance.

Once handcuffed, Wrenley shot Katelyn a venomous look, cursing, “Katelyn, you wretch! You’ll pay for treating us this way!”

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Aimee’s expression grew dark. She strode over to Wrenley and delivered a stinging slap to her face.

The slap left everyone in shock. Aimee had actually slapped Wrenley right in front of the police! Aimee sternly said, “Listen, you crone, you better keep your damn mouth shut. Keep it up, and I’ll make you beg for death.” Her intimidating stance silenced the crowd.

Wrenley had assumed that with the police around, Aimee wouldn’t dare do anything rash.

However, the police then turned to Aimee and assured her politely, “Don’t worry, we won’t step in over some harsh words.”

Aimee’s anger had been building up, but now it had subsided considerably.

Zayden had intended to resist, but now he appeared completely sapped of strength, his expression one of utter defeat.

Aimee gave the police officer a friendly pat on the shoulder, saying, “You’re a good cop. You can count on my support from here on out.”

After hearing that, the usually stern officer turned a shade of red.

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