Nathan’s POV
Salvatore’s men stopped me from beating the living hell out of Jonathan. As soon as my consuming anger subsided, my brain started thinking.
“Amelie!” I said and frantically went to see the person wrapped in the blanket. What the fuck? It wasn’t Amelie, it was Mr. Duval, and he looks like he had several wounds.
“Franklin?” I asked.
“Nathan, help me, I need to go to the emergency room,” he said, holding up his hand for a second, then dropping it. “There was a horrible accident.”
It looked like he had lost a lot of blood. I checked the wounds.
“Franklin, you’ve been stabbed,” I exclaimed. “Who did this to you?”
“It’s not important,” Franklin stated.
“I did it,” Jonathan yelled as Salvatore’s men held him.
“You? You stabbed your own father?” I asked.
“How do you know I’m his father?" Franklin said, surprised.
“Evander told us,” I said, smiling. Salvatore came to stand beside me.
“Fuck,” Franklin cursed.
I turned to Jonathan. “Why did you stab him?”
“He was going to sexual assa
