Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 219

Scarlett's POV:

'It hurts...'

I endured the scathing pain coming from my abdomen and applied pressure on the wound. Warm, thick blood oozed out from my wound, and it dyed my clothes red through the gap between my fingers.

Charles' face kept flashing through my mind.

'Charles... Is this going to be the end of us?'

I could feel my life slipping from my fingers. My consciousness was gradually fading, and my vision was starting to blur. Everything in front of me was slowly being covered by a faint layer of shadow. All I could see now was Lucia's bloodstained hands and her fiendish face inching closer towards me.

All of a sudden, someone kicked the door of the bathroom open.

Janet arrived just in time to save me, and she kicked Lucia, knocking her down.

The loud bang caused by Lucia hitting the wall made it seem like she was just a piece of garbage being thrown away. Not long after, the sharp knife in her hand fell to the ground.

Panicking, Tracy ran to my side. "Scarlett, hold on! We've already called 911!"

'I'm safe...'

As the thought emerged in my mind, I gradually felt relieved. My vision soon faded and I lost my consciousness.

Charles' POV:

Upon receiving Scarlett's urgent call for help, I felt like all the blood in my body froze over. Panic overwhelmed me like a tide.

I was so scared that I would never see my beloved Scarlett again.

I floored the accelerator, speeding the car to its maximum speed. The car was so fast that it felt like I was flying. Everyone else along the road was frightened by the speed I was going that they moved aside or hid away.

The other drivers rolled down their windows and cursed at me, but I didn't care.

I didn't even bother to wait for the traffic lights at the intersection to turn green and just ran the red light.

Finally, I arrived at the door of the ward. There, Janet and Tracy had been waiting for me with worry painted on their faces.

"What the hell happened? How Lucia get the chance to hurt Scarlett? Were you even watching over Scarlett like I told you to?" I vented all my anger at them, for I was practically boiling already when I got here.

"Mr. Moore, we got there as soon as we received your call. But even then, we were still too late," Janet said with her head down, appearing to be apologetic.

I could tell that Janet and Tracy had indeed tried their best. Moreover, this wasn't the right time to blame anyone. What we needed to focus on was

Scarlett's safety.

"Go to the elevator and stand guard. Whatever happens, don't let any reporters in," I commanded.

With that, I cautiously opened the door and walked to Scarlett's bedside.

She was lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Her face was so pale that it almost looked like she was a ghost. Her long eyelashes were trembling along with her feeble breath. And it seemed like the only evidence that proved she was still alive.

Gently, I touched Scarlett's face. Her face used to be full of life and held countless emotions, but now, there was only rigid calmness.

It was the kind of calmness that was frightening. She had completely lost her former vitality.