Married Ex-Fiancé’s Uncle (Abigail) novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 Marcus Was Coming!
The helicopter hovered above, stirring up gusts of wind that swept across the ground, making it impossible to keep one's eyes open.

John shielded his eyes and was about to curse when he took a heavy blow to the head.

Abigail still clutched the small rock she had just picked up, and with all her might, she smashed it against John's head again.

As he loosened his grip from the pain, she rolled over and scrambled to her feet, sprinting forward with all she had.

"Fucking bitch, stop there!"

John, clutching his bleeding head, pursued her relentlessly.

The sound of the rotors grew closer.

Abigail felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed to the ground.

In her blurred peripheral vision, she saw a familiar figure descending from the sky, running towards her at a swift pace.

Abigail asked silently, "Marcus, is that you? I can't run anymore..."

Her legs buckled, and she slid to her knees.

But instead of falling onto the cold, hard ground, she was caught around the waist and pulled into a broad, warm embrace.

Marcus cradled her head gently, soothingly rubbing it as if comforting a frightened child.

He whispered, "Don't be afraid. I'm here. You're safe."

Her scattered consciousness gradually regained focus.

Upon recognizing the familiar face, Abigail's hands, hanging by her sides, slowly climbed upwards.

She clutched his collar as if grasping a lifeline.

An indescribable sense of grievance spread from the depths of her heart, choking her throat, yet she was unable to make a sound.

She could only cry silently in his arms like a pitiful cub.

Marcus, seeing Abigail's torn clothes and the tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, looked furiously angry.

Nevertheless, his hold on her remained gentle and careful, as if afraid she might shatter.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you touch my woman? Let her go!"

John caught up, pointing at Marcus and shouting.

Marcus suddenly raised his gaze, his dark and fierce eyes staring coldly at John through the misty rain as if looking at a dead man.

Just a glance sent a chill down John's spine, nearly freezing him in place.

But thinking of Abigail's stunning face, he mustered the courage to continue, "I'm talking to you! Did you hear me? Give me back my woman... Ah!"

The muffled sound of a silenced gun followed, and then silence.