Chapter 165
She had mostly forgotten the events of that night, but Dalton’s words had stuck with her, along with the fleeting memory that flashed in her mind when she saw the screenshot. She knew it was her inchristion that led her to him, but how could she have been in her right mind under the influence of alcohol!
“Don’t push me too far! I’ve already given you the money Helen felt helpless against Dalton’s overwhelming presence. His gaze clearly conveyed. what be was thinking. Gripping the ground, her fingers ached. “Let me go”
‘Let you go! In your dreams,” Dalton said, roughly dragging her backwards
Helen was filled with regret. She hardly ever went to bars, but those days of living it up led her there! “If you dare hurt me, you won’t see another sent. Don’t forget, I know your name, and if you push me any further, don’t blame me for what I might do Helen screamed
Dalton, enraged by the threat, grabbed Heleri’s hair and demanded, “And what will you do? How will you retaliate against me!*
I’m begging you, let me go. Il definitely get you the money in three days, she pleaded, with tears streaming down her face.
Determined not to let her go, Dalton spat out, “You filthy witch!”
Helen took a deep breath, pulled a cold object from her pocket, and suddenly stabbed Dalton. Blood! The rusty scent of bright red blood splattered across her face. She released her grip, trembling, as the man in front of her looked at her in horror. The dagger was lodged in his side, and the blood flowed out
It’s all your fault she said, trembling.
Dalton, furious, moved to grab her. “How dare you use a dagger!”
‘Shut up! You forced me to do this! You deserve it! She kicked at the hand reaching out towards her, kicking frantically.
Before long, Dalton passed out. Helen slumped to the ground, fearfully reaching over to check his breath Gone! Could he be dead…?
She quickly pulled out the dagger, stuffed it into her bag, and began searching the hotel room, taking his phone and computer. But she searched the entire suite and couldn’t find the memory card. Damn it! Where did he put it?
She glanced at Dalton lying in a pool of blood and left without looking back. Fortunately, she had covered herself up tightly for fear of being recognized when she came, so no one knew it was her.
Day five. Yoselin lay calmly in bed, hugging a pillow. “I’m Yoselin,” she murmured, while her mind began to recall many things, but could accurately find memories that belonged to Yasmine and her.
past events. S
She had forgotten
She hadn’t known Yasmine for long, so why did she always feel she could rely on her when she felt insecure? Who on earth was responsible for the kidnapping? And who saved her?
Yasmine watched Yoselin quietly from the monitor and felt a bit uneasy. Yoselin was now looking for her true self, she was no longer relying on her like a fish to water with that uneasy emotion. Maybe, after the bed rest period, Yoselin will return to who she used to be.
Day six. Today is the penultimate day for complete bed rest Yoselin’s condition is pretty stable, and Yasmine can finally breathe a sigh of relict. While some people can’t stick it out during the mandatory bed rest, Yoselin has managed to do it.
The knocking came again. With Morgan at work, Yasmine frowned, wondering if it might be Irene again. But when she opened the door, the person standing there took her by surprise–it was none other than Nathan. She didn’t think Morgan’s place was some kind of top secret location, and figured Nathan would have no trouble tracking it down,
“Nathan, are you here to see Yoselin?” No need to ask, because there was no way he’d come all the way here to visit her
Nathan strode into the house, his eyes immediately drawn to the surveillance monitor in the living room. The camera was fixed on Yoselin’s bed, and he didn’t even have to adjust the angle to see Yoselin lying there, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. With a pang of sympathy, he asked, *How long has she been staring at the ceiling like that?”
Yasmine replied softly. Three hours. Usually, she either sleeps and wakes only to doze off again, or she just spaces out and thinks
Nathan knitted his brows tightly and said icily. “Open the door. I’m taking her home”
There was a need to guess who tipped off Nathan–it was obviously trene. She intentionally told Nathan to stir up tension.
Trust remind you, I’m curently admustering funer l’rare Therapy to Yosel
to Yoselin and the absolute bed–rest phase is crucial. Visselin just has one
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Chapter 163
more day to go. Are you really going to make her quit halfway?” Yasmine said seriously.
Nathan glanced at Yasmine with confusion and said, “Ms. Sanchez, your treatment methods are yours to decide, but my family doesn’t need such
extreme measures.”
Yasmine sighed. “You’re just feeling sorry because you saw her looking lost, but you haven’t seen how she barely held it together the last two days, almost breaking down. She’s already made it through the toughest days, and if you tell her to quit now, it’s like saying all her previous efforts were
Nathan waved his hand, and a few bodyguards behind him stepped forward. Two of them blocked Yasmine, while the other two went to open Yoselin’s door. Strangely, no matter how those two guards tried, the door wouldn’t budge. Nathan watched the surveillance footage with a serious expression and noticed that Yoselin had quietly gotten out of bed earlier and locked the door.
Yoselin, Grandpa’s here to see you,” he said, looking at the door.
A raspy voice came from inside. Grandpa. leave me be. I think I’m starting to feel better these last couple of days. It was Yoselin’s voice! The door pounding moments ago must have woken her up.
“Yoselin, come back home with me.” Nathan said once more!
Yoselin still declined. ‘Grandpa. Yasmine is right. I’ve held on for so long, I can’t give up halfway
“But Nathan wanted to say something, but Yoselin interrupted him, ‘Grandpa, you don’t understand how I feel these days. At first, I was just sad and felt like everyone around me was a bad guy. It hasn’t been easy to hold on all these days, but today. I feel like I found myself again.”
Nathan didn’t say another
her word and turned to Yasmine. “Ms. Sanchez, sorry for the disturbance.
As he left. Yasmine watched the surveillance footage with mixed emotions. Just one more day to go, and Yoselin could finally come out.
In the Flynn Group building, Helen was in Xavier’s office. “Xavier. I want to study abroad. I’ve really made up my mind this time!” She had to leave Souerity before her secrets came to light. Going abroad was the best option.
“Why do you suddenly want to go abroad? Before, you refused every chance. So, tell me, what trouble have you caused this time? Xavier knew his lister well.
