Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 561

A dagger gleamed coldly in Silas's hand, its sharp edge reflecting the dim light. Anna's heart pounded, but she forced herself to stay calm. Pointing at a nearby security camera, she said, "If you kill me, you won't get away with it."

Silas hesitated, his grip tightening around the hilt before he instinctively sheathed the dagger.

Seizing the moment, Anna turned and bolted in the opposite direction without looking back.

Now she understood why Taylor had insisted she train in self-defense and endurance. Today, that training was finally paying off.

Though she hadn't practiced in two years, her muscle memory kicked in, propelling her forward at an impressive speed.

Silas was momentarily stunned. The frail-looking girl was surprisingly fast—within seconds, she had already gained a significant lead.

He stood there, torn between chasing after her and tending to Wisteria's injury.

Wisteria, seething with rage, pressed a hand to her bleeding head and stomped her foot. "Damn it! What are you standing there for? Go after her!"

"But your injury—"

"I'm not dying! Just don't let her escape!"

"Okay."

Silas immediately took off after Anna.

She ran as fast as she could, her heartbeat growing erratic. It had been years since she last had an episode, thanks to her medication, but now the symptoms were creeping back.

Her breaths came in short gasps, her legs weakening with each step. A wave of dizziness washed over her, but she couldn't afford to slow down.

She wanted to run toward a crowd, but this was a private estate—deserted at this hour, with no sign of people or buildings in sight.

Silas was closing in.

Anna knew she couldn't afford to take chances. Just then, a black car appeared, rolling out from a nearby driveway.

This was it.

If she fell into Silas and Wisteria's hands, she was as good as dead. This might be her only shot at survival.

Without hesitation, she sprinted into the road.

The car screeched to a stop.

Anna yanked open the door and scrambled inside, paying no mind to the startled driver.

A young man in a crisp white shirt sat in the backseat, a medical journal in his hands. He looked up in surprise as she practically collapsed onto the seat.

"You—"

Anna grabbed his wrist. "Please, help me. That man is trying to kill me."

The young man frowned at the absurdity of the situation but didn't push her out of the car. Instead, he gestured to the driver.

"Drive."

Anna's lips were turning pale. She managed to whisper a faint "Thank you" before everything went dark.

When she woke up, she found herself lying in a hospital bed.

Blinking against the soft sunlight streaming through the window, the first thing she saw was the same young man, sitting beside her, reading a book.

His white shirt glowed in the warm light, giving him an air of quiet gentleness.

"You're awake," he said, closing his book and turning to look at her.

"You ... saved me?"

He nodded. "You have a heart condition. Running like that was dangerous."

Anna exhaled slowly. She felt much better now. "Thank you. What's your name?"

"Luther Donovan."

"I'm ... " She hesitated, then quickly corrected herself. "Alice."

Luther glanced at her. "Where's your family? You didn't have a phone on you, and I couldn't contact anyone."

The word "family" made Anna's mind flash to the Sanders. They were in the same city. Taylor wasn't around, but if she returned to the Sander Residence, she could warn them about the Carlyns.

This was the perfect opportunity. She hesitated for a moment before speaking. "My family ... "