Katie's once gentle and poised manner vanished entirely, replaced by eyes filled with fury and contempt as she ordered, "Get down on your knees!"

Abel kneeled obediently.

Katie, without any mercy, pressed her heel into Abel's hand. She kept pressing until his skin tore, leaving his hand bloody and injured.

Despite the pain, Abel stayed on his knees, his head down, silent.

This showed he could endure the pain without complaint.

Katie was still furious. She had never been this embarrassed before.

Those accusations, despite the truth of them, felt like physical blows, pushing her close to rage.

"You idiot! You've nearly wrecked my plan!" Katie yelled, trying to kick Abel in the head, but he grabbed her foot instead.

Katie, furious, demanded, "Let go of me, you despicable creature!"

Abel released her foot, still kneeling. "Miss, please take it easy, especially with the baby in your belly. I'll do it for you," he said.

Then, Abel looked around, picked a golf club from the trunk of the car, and hit himself in the head without a second thought.

"Clang!" A dull sound echoed, followed by blood streaming down Abel's face.

Unfazed, Abel struck the other side of his head, causing some blood to splatter onto Katie.

"Yuck!" Katie retreated in revulsion.

The hit was overwhelming for Abel, his vision blurred by his own blood. Despite this, he shakily lifted the golf club again, preparing to hit himself, risking serious injury.

"Stop it!" Katie stepped in, finally. Not out of concern for his life, but because she still had tasks for him.

Despite his injuries, Abel managed to gasp, "Thank you.."

"Get the hell out! You're getting my car dirty," Katie said coldly.

The car stopped, and Abel was dragged out Like a lifeless body, left on the ground as Katie's car quickly drove off.

Upon reaching the villa, Katie had just gotten out when a dark blue supercar screeched to a halt in front of her, perfectly timed.