To my horror, Kendrick pulled out a construction hammer from somewhere, his bloodshot eyes glaring at me as he stepped closer. Terrified, I tried to run, but he kicked me to the ground.
"The medical staff have gone home. You're not going anywhere!" he roared.
The hammer came down and he shattered both of my legs. Then, as I writhed in agony, he grabbed Nikki's hand in front of me and said, "Nikki, look! I broke her legs too. Don't be sad anymore."
"Kendrick, you didn't have to ..." Nikki cast a glance at me, feigning sympathy, but her eyes sparkled with triumph.
Kendrick turned his cold gaze back to me, "What's done is done. Don't worry, even if you're disabled now, I'll marry you and take care of you for the rest of your life."
My heart bled and the searing pain in my legs almost made me pass out. Only then did Kendrick take me to the emergency room.
When I woke up again, my broken legs were encased in plaster. The hospital room was empty except for a wheelchair by the bed. Kendrick was nowhere to be seen.
Faintly, I heard someone on the phone in the next room. I got into the wheelchair and moved toward the door, where I saw Kendrick standing outside Nikki's room, listening intently.
Inside, Nikki's angry voice came through the slightly ajar door, "Damn it, I'm so unlucky! I was trying to push that wretch Maya off the balcony, but she dodged and I ended up falling into the bushes and getting covered in dirt!"
She continued, "Ha, I'm perfectly fine. Saying I broke my legs was just to fool that idiot Kendrick. Guess what? He actually broke Maya's legs for me! Hahaha, what a lunatic!"
I watched as Kendrick's face darkened instantly.
Nikki's smug voice continued, "Oh, you should've seen it at the bar. Kendrick drank until he vomited blood just to protect me!"
"Seriously, I can't believe how far he would go for me. Do you think I should reward him with something?"
"Forget it! Of course, I'll still marry Elliot. What is Kendrick to me? He's not even as good as my dog!"
I saw Kendrick's fists clench tightly, the sound of his knuckles cracking. His chest heaved violently like an enraged lion on the brink of devouring someone.
At that moment, the people I had arranged to pick me up arrived. They quickly lifted my wheelchair, placed me in the car and headed straight for the airport.