The Lady Nun Vows Revenge - Chapter 662: Chapter 662

As he thought so, in that instant, Rafe's usually pitiful, innocent-looking eyes turned razor-sharp, brimming with murderous intent.
A dagger immediately slipped from his sleeve and landed in his palm.
Rafe gripped the dagger tightly and slashed it downward toward Matthew's throat without hesitation.
Just as the tip of the blade was about to graze Matthew's throat, hurried footsteps suddenly echoed from outside.
"Stop it! Both of you!"
The voice belonged to Gabriel.
Trailing behind him was a servant who had managed to escape Rafe's grasp earlier.
The servant must have realized the fight between Matthew and Rafe had escalated dangerously, so he ran off to get help.
Luckily, he acted fast. Otherwise, Matthew might have already met his end under Rafe's blade.
But when Gabriel and the servant reached the doorway, the scene inside seemed off.
The moment Rafe heard their footsteps, he swiftly hid the dagger, grabbed Matthew, and flipped him over.
Before Matthew could even react, Rafe had already seized his hands and pressed them against his own neck, just as Gabriel and the servant entered.
By the time Gabriel stepped inside, the scene had completely changed. Rafe sprawled on the ground, looking helpless, with Matthew's hands wrapped around his neck as if trying to strangle him.
To make the act even more convincing, Rafe pretended to struggle, gasping and crying out, "Father, save me! I... I can't breathe!"
Matthew, still dazed and unable to process the sudden turn of events, instinctively turned toward the door. Seeing Gabriel's scowl and the cold fury in his eyes, Matthew's mind went blank.
"No, Father, it's not what it looks like! Let me explain..."
"Enough!"
Gabriel's voice cut through the air like a whip, silencing him instantly. His eyes burned with anger. "I sent you to pick someone up, and this is how you handle it? You're just as useless as Benedict!"
"One after another, all of you are nothing but worthless trash!"
"It's not true, Father! I'm being framed! He's the one who hit me! Just now, he even tried to kill..."
"Matthew How can you say that? You were the one who started it! I only fought back a little, and now you're saying I tried to kill you? How could you be so cruel?"
Rafe shoved Matthew aside and darted behind Gabriel, tears streaming down his face as he wailed like a wronged child. "Father, you have to stand up for me! I'm your son too! Even if Matthew doesn't like me, he can't just try to kill his own brother like that! That's too much!"
"You... you're lying!"
Matthew stood there, completely stunned.
Just moments ago, this illegitimate brat had been mocking him relentlessly, even threatening to kill him without a second thought.
He didn't hesitate at all when he struck like a cold-blooded madman who wouldn't hesitate to take a life.
And yet now, that same madman had completely flipped the script.
Rafe looked so pitiful and innocent, as if he were the one who had been beaten senseless and left defenseless.
Something about Rafe's face tugged at Matthew's memory, making him take another look.
But that glance only revealed Rafe peeking out from behind Gabriel, feigning innocence while flashing Matthew a sly, taunting grin that made his blood boil.
"Father, I don't think Matthew respects you at all. Why keep such a disobedient son around? If you ask me, just kick him out of the Duke's estate!"
Matthew's anger surged to its peak, his chest heaving as his fury consumed him.
"I'll kill you!"
Unable to hold back any longer, he swung his fist toward Rafe, who was still hiding behind Gabriel.
But just as his fist was about to connect, Matthew staggered, his cheek burning under the weight of his father's heavy slap.