Feeling sympathy for Lyle, I turned around to look at him when I was leaving. I could feel my body drained of blood as I saw Lyle clutching a gold club in his hand with a vicious look on his face as he was about to strike Christopher.
In face of the grave danger, I hurled myself at Christopher without hesitation to defend him. I felt the full force of the golf club’s hit on my head. A paralyzing numb sensation spread from the top of my head to my whole body as I felt warm liquid gushing from the top of my head at the same time. The viscous liquid streamed into my eyes, making me unable to open them. I staggered a few steps and was about to fall.
“Eve!” Christopher reacted in the nick of time and quickly steadied me. Fury flashed in his eyes as he noticed the blood trickling down from my head. He turned around and kicked at Lyle. Then, he walked over and was about to punch Lyle in the face.
I held on to my head and called out to him, “Chris!”
He was blowing punches on Lyle right then. Upon hearing my call, he rushed back to my side and steadied my staggering body. “I’ll send you to the hospital.”
Lyle seemed to have finally snapped out of his drunken state. At the sight of blood trickling down my body and my bloodstained dress, he froze on the spot and finally mumbled, “Sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you. I was j-just… I…”
Lyle was slurring his words yet again, and could not even form a coherent sentence. I paid no heed to his cries and merely said coldly, “Lyle, are you going to trample all over me no matter how good or bad you’re doing? If you’re doing badly, are you going to drag me to hell along with you?”
I had hated Lyle before but never had I felt such overwhelming abhorrence for this man before. How dare he try to hurt Christopher? How could he be so shameless?
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