Mrs. Balle rushed toward her injured daughter, tears streaming down her face as she held her tightly.
David, however, calmly wiped the blood off the knife with his clothes. Then he looked at Shubham and said,
"I've cleaned it. Now… will you let us go?"
Yug spoke in a cold tone,
"Don't tell me you think sir forced you to hurt your own daughter."
Hearing that, David immediately panicked and shook his head.
"No, no… not at all. This has nothing to do with you. My daughter got injured because of her own mistake…"
"Bring them in," Shubham said, his voice filled with suppressed anger.
The next moment, those same twenty goons who had attacked Nidhi last night were dragged inside. They were already in terrible condition—covered in bruises and wounds, barely able to stand.
Seeing them in such a state, Alia, who had hired them, started trembling in fear. Blood kept dripping from her injured hand, making her dizzy. She was on the verge of fainting.
Shubham glanced at Yug and asked,
