Rosalie's feet were dangling in the air as she felt breathless and soon she started to suffocate to the verge of dying.
"Ahh…." But before her Soul could leave her body because of the lack of oxygen Edwin cried in pain and his grip loosened on her neck. Rosalie took the chance and gave her father a hard kick on his abdomen resulting in him falling to the ground. Augusta was standing behind them with the iron rod in her hand, her eyes were bloodshot, and her face void of any emotions.
Edwin held his hand and when he brought his hand to check he found it smeared in red. Any normal human would have died by the hit bit since Edwin was a witcher his body was stronger keeping him alive even after a grave injury.
