Amy gently stroked Oliver's hair, murmuring, "It's alright, sweetheart. I've already called the police."

As the words left her lips, the call connected.

Amy kept her composure, though her voice trembled with urgency as she described their dire situation.

"There's a deranged man outside trying to break in—he's threatening to kill us. We have a child and an elderly man here. We can't fight him off."

She switched the phone to speaker.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The violent pounding on the door sent shivers down their spines.

The officer's tone sharpened. "Find somewhere safe to hide. Arm yourselves if possible. We're dispatching units now."

Once the call ended, Oliver's wide eyes brimmed with fear.

"Amy... do you think they'll make it in time?"

She gave him a reassuring smile. "They will, darling. Just hold on."

Turning to Theodore, she asked, "Mr. Whitmore, do you have anything here that could trigger an allergic reaction?"

The old man's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "He picked the wrong house to break into. I'll teach him a lesson he won't forget."

He hurriedly rummaged through his shelves, grabbing jars of herbs and powders, mixing them with practiced haste.

CRASH!

The door finally gave way, splintering under Nathan's relentless assault.

Without missing a beat, Theodore flung the concoction straight into Nathan's face, shouting, "Cover your faces—now!"

Amy and Oliver immediately pressed their sleeves to their mouths.

Nathan, mid-charge, inhaled the cloud of powder.

Whatever was in that mixture burned like fire.

His eyes watered uncontrollably, his skin erupting in angry red welts.

He clawed at his face, screaming in agony.

"It burns! It itches! AHHH!"

Nathan collapsed to the floor, writhing like a wounded beast, his skin already streaked with bloody scratches.

Victoria recoiled in horror, too terrified to approach.

By the time the police arrived, Nathan was a whimpering mess, his body covered in self-inflicted wounds.

The officers exchanged stunned glances before calling an ambulance.

In the hospital, Nathan lay swathed in bandages, his rage undiminished.

"I'll ruin them! That bitch, that old man, and that brat—they're going to pay for this!"

In his fury, he seemed to forget one crucial detail—Amy was still married to Alexander, and Oliver was Sebastian Kingsley's son.

Not exactly people you threatened lightly.

Victoria sat beside him, murmuring false comforts while subtly fueling his anger.

Ten minutes later, Alexander strode in, exhaustion lining his face.

"What the hell happened now?"

He had just closed a major deal when Victoria's frantic call interrupted him.

Nathan snarled, "It was Amy! She and that kid and the old man did this to me!"