Chapter 80

Angela POV

Before we even had a chance to react, a group of people burst in.

Jennifer was grabbed by the arms and thrown to the ground.

Mike received the same treatment.

The already dusty warehouse was now suffocating from the sheer number of people.

I instinctively shut my eyes.

I had no idea who had barged in, but I didn't dare scream for help. Instead, I huddled in a corner, protecting my stomach.

"Grab them and take them out!"

Someone was giving orders, and the voice was unfamiliar, which only made me more uneasy.

"Ah! What are you doing? Let me go!"

I couldn't see, but I could hear Jennifer's desperate struggles and distant screams.

Were they the police? But who called them?

Or was it someone else?

I felt dizzy, and even a little nauseous.

Was it from the earlier impact, or the drug they had given me?

Then, I heard steady footsteps approaching.

She tried to lift her head, but I was just too exhausted. My body, which had been tense, suddenly felt like it had shut down.

My mind went foggy, and all I could hear was the chaos around me.

A few seconds later, a pair of strong hands cradled my head, unlocked the chains around me, and gently picked me up.

Through my haze, I thought the face looked familiar, and the scent of forest-like cologne was too.

But it couldn't be him How could he be here? I must be hallucinating. My stomach ached, and my head felt worse.

"Let's go," I heard him command.

With that, he carried me out.

As we exited the warehouse, we ran into Jennifer and Mike being shoved into a car.

Jennifer was screaming in frustration.

"What do you want with us? Let me go! You can't just kidnap me like this!"

"Kidnap?" The man holding me snapped. "So now you know it's illegal to kidnap someone?"

Jennifer faltered, then tried to shift the blame to Mike.

"It's his fault, not mine! I have nothing to do with this!"

"Really?" The man holding me raised an eyebrow. "If you have nothing to do with this, why were you at the scene? When we came in, you ran right for Angela. Don't tell me you were trying to save her?"

"I I was trying to save her! I thought Mike was going to hurt her, so"

"You're lying! You're a worthless piece of-"

"Shut them up!" The man carrying me barked. "So stupid, so evil."

"Mr. Blake, please get in the car," someone said.

Could it really be him? Christopher? This wasn't a hallucination!

But how is he here?

"Christopher" I tried to speak, but a sharp pain hit my stomach, and I grabbed his shirt instinctively.

"Don't speak. You're safe now," he said, his tone calm as he carried me into the car.

He didn't put me down until the car started moving. I was in too much pain to care, just letting him hold me.

"Mr. Blake, where are we going?" the driver asked.

"To the nearest hospital," Christopher's voice was urgent.

"Got it."

Because I was in the car, the driver drove cautiously, not daring to speed.

A few minutes later, Christopher snapped, "If you keep driving this slowly, her injuries are going to worsen before we get to the hospital. Can you take responsibility for that?"

"Right, right. I'll speed up now," the driver responded, his voice tense.

In the speeding car, I finally lost consciousness completely.

I don't know how long I was out-like I'd died, with no dreams, nothing.

When I woke up, the world outside was completely dark.

My head still felt heavy, like something had been pounding inside it.

Then, a thought hit me, and I shot up from the bed, desperate to get out. But in doing so, I accidentally pulled on the IV in my arm, and the pain made me gasp.

The noise startled Christopher, who had been sitting on the couch, and he rushed over to help me, calling for a nurse.

The nurse quickly arrived and adjusted the IV.

While she was doing that, I asked, "Can you take this out? I really need to leave."

The nurse looked at Christopher, standing nearby.

He smiled softly. "It can't come out yet. You're still unwell, and you need both of those fluids."

"Christopher, I'm so grateful for what you did, but I really have something important to do."

"If you're talking about Grandma Sean's surgery, you can relax. It was successful, and she's resting now."

When I heard that, the weight on my chest finally lifted.

"Then I want to see her. What about this IV?"

"Angela." Christopher gently patted my head. "Right now, the most important thing is for you to take care of yourself. Understand?"

I slowly turned to look at him, my mind racing.

We're in a hospital, and since they gave me an IV, they must have done a physical exam.

Does Christopher know everything now?