For the first time, Hudson's composure broke and he looked genuinely panicked.
He hugged Lola, kicked me aside and shouted frantically, "Call 911!"
Then, he stared at me coldly. His eyes filled with disdain. "Rebecca Herrera, no wonder your father wanted to beat you to death and your mother had the heart to jump off a building. You're a heartless, vicious woman."
I instantly felt as if I'd fallen into an icy pond, my whole-body shivering with cold. He knew my weak spot, knew exactly how to strike where it hurt most. He was heartbroken over Lola's chest wound, so he bloodily tore open the wound in my heart.
With a mostly bald head, I could no longer support my weak body and slumped miserably onto the ground.
Soon, the doctor arrived and hurriedly carried Lola into the ambulance.
Before leaving, Hudson glanced at me coldly. "Rebecca, you've attacked someone with a knife in public. This matter is far from over."
All the guests shook their heads and sighed as they left and my tenth wedding ended with blood splattered on the spot.
I stood on the stage for a long time until the last person left and the police arrived.