Seaton dragged Aery along as he ran. It was a race against time in order to survive. That unreliable bachelor wouldn’t be able to buy them a lot of time. He had calculated it all. However, he didn’t think that Alejandro would arrive so quickly. He had arrived before he could change to a different hideout.
Aery had never suffered this kind of torture. She hadn’t slept or eaten well since her kidnapping, so she really couldn’t keep up. She began faltering before running too far and allowed Seaton to drag her along with a rope around her wrists. However, now she couldn’t run any longer and fell onto the ground. “I can’t. I can’t run anymore. If you want to run for your life, go ahead. Survival is most important now. Stop using me as a threat…”
Seaton forcefully dragged her to her feet and icily snapped, “Do you honestly think I’m enjoying cutting and running like this? You’re my hostage. I can’t let them take you home unscathed; I’d be humiliated. I’m giving you two choices now—either you come with me, or die!”
Aery gulped. “I-I c-can still run…” she replied in a fearful, trembling voice.
Seaton didn’t respond. He yanked her rope as he continued running ahead. The ground beneath his feet was uneven and Aery’s previously broken ankle hadn’t completely healed, so she accidentally slipped and fell. Now, she really couldn’t move any more.
“My ankle was broken before, and I just twisted it. I can’t run anymore. Let me go, please,” She begged painfully. “I haven’t done anything wrong to you, so why won’t you let me go? Since you hate Mark and Arianne, just make them pay. This has nothing to do with me!”
She didn’t seem to be faking it. Seaton stared at her for two seconds. Then, he surveyed his surroundings. He saw traces of shadows in the distance. Alejandro and Mark’s men were closing in…
He noticed a deep ditch and pushed Aery into it.
A gentle breeze passed, releasing the smell of blood mixed with mud and water, bringing a sombre tone into one’s heart.
By the time Aery arrived at the hospital, it was day time. Arianne accompanied Helen to the hospital. Arianne’s heart ached at the sight of the tired and haggard-looking Mark. His hair was a mess, as he had been sweating quite a lot. She could only imagine how intense last night’s manhunt was, making him look so wretched.
“How’s Aery?” Helen asked, holding back her tears. “What has that ba*tard Seaton done to her?”
Mark let out a small sigh. “By the time I arrived, Seaton had already run away with her. Seaton probably felt that she was dragging him down during the chase and couldn’t bring himself to give her back to us in one piece, so he pushed her into a ditch. There was a riverbed under the ditch with a lot of rocks. A fall from such a height… isn’t a good sign. You’d better be prepared.”
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