“Tell the men to guard Rick well. If Tommy shows up again, we’ll release those videos, no matter what,” she added.
“Yes, ma'am!”
One second before she opened the door, I fell back on the bed and pretended to have just woken up.
A nail then dug hard into my palm; the familiar pain kept me barely in control. Her expression immediately changed into that gentle, caring face from the past.
“How are you? Are you okay? I've caught the person who did this. If anyone dares hurt you, I will not forgive them,” she said softly.
I couldn’t hold back tears and stared straight at her.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Lizbeth frowned. “Relax. I know you're short tempered. I've kept the culprit—so you could deal with him yourself.”
“Let’s go. He probably won’t live long.” She held me in her arms.
Her hug felt as warm as before. Yet, my whole body was as cold as biting ice.
On the way, she still did not let go of my hand. I could see her caring expression mixed with guilt.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t protect you well. I promise, it won’t happen again,” she cooed.
When I stayed silent, she kissed the corner of my mouth.
“Tom, you’re my everything. Don’t act like that, you’re making me and our baby worried.”
I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to hear more of Lizbeth's words.
The car soon reached a factory on the outskirts of the city.
There was a guy inside the building and was barely breathing. His eyes were full of hatred when he looked at me. But the moment he saw Lizbeth, his eyes turned red and he lunged at her like a mad dog.
“You’ll rot in hell!”
“You've touched my man and now threatening me?” Lizbeth kicked him hard in the chest. “Looks like you didn’t learn your lesson last time.” She pulled out a knife.
“Nobody touched your man, you crazy woman!” The man cursed wildly. “Lizbeth, you—”
Before he could finish, the blade was already in his chest.
She turned to me, a small smile playing on her lips. “Sorry! I hurt him before you did! I got too angry and can't stop myself.”
Lizbeth then pressed the knife into my hand, guiding it the way she’d once taught me. Her hand covered mine.
I didn’t remember how many times I stabbed the random guy. Before I knew it, blood had covered the floor like a lake spilling on the floor.
Each strike felt like it went straight through my own heart.
When we walked out of the factory, she hugged me tightly under the setting sun.