My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143: 143/Unknown hatred

Chapter 143

Julie’s point of view

His laughter widened and he shook his head in disbelief: "You’re truly crazy!"

I said with a sharp seriousness as I stepped toward him: "If Olivia tries to attack me again, she won’t just stand there and let me hit her. I have to learn how to block attacks."

His features turned serious as he studied my slender frame compared to his massive build: "Fine, Julie, but this is dangerous... First, I’m a man. Second, I’m professionally trained in combat, and you’re still a beginner."

I smiled with a rebellion that made the veins in my neck pop: "You’ll have to lower your level a bit, Max."

He exhaled in resignation, tossing the pads aside: "Fine... as you wish."

He stood opposite me in a real fighting stance; his legs apart, his arms protecting his face and chest.

He said in a cautious tone: "I’ll try to be gentle."

I took a defensive stance, feeling a sharp focus enveloping my senses. I said defiantly: "Come on... show me what you’ve got."

I tried to punch him with all the resolve I possessed, but Max moved like an ungraspable shadow, dodging my strikes with a simple tilt of his head or torso.

I huffed in frustration and stood panting: "Max! You’re doing the same thing... you haven’t attacked me yet."

He replied, his eyes scanning the room warily: "Julie, you don’t understand... this is dangerous."

I shouted back rebelliously: "What’s going to happen? Come on, advance!"

He sighed deeply and readied himself: "Fine... remember how I taught you to parry."

I said, raising my fists to protect my face: "Yes... come on."

He threw a punch toward me; it was provocatively slow, so I dodged it easily.

I knew he was pitying me, so I complained loudly: "Max! Stop this." In a moment of momentum, I tried to apply the move he had trained me on; I launched a quick kick toward his chest, but with incredible agility, he caught my foot in mid-air.

I lost my balance completely and flew backward, falling onto my back with a violent impact.

Pain surged through my spine like an electric shock.

As for my ass, it felt paralyzed; I could no longer feel its existence from the force of the collision. Max leaned over me, panic masking his features: "I’m sorry, Julie! Are you okay? Are you in pain?"

I didn’t answer... instead, I exploded. It wasn’t a normal cry; it was a profound collapse. I began to sob like a child lost in a terrifying crowd.

Max was muttering nervously: "Julie, what happened? My God! Did something serious happen to you? I’ll carry you to the doctor now!"

I couldn’t tell him that my pain wasn’t from the fall, but from the truth gnawing at my insides: that my father wasn’t a father, that the mother who birthed me didn’t bother to object to my sale, and that I am a prisoner in this cursed place with no way out.

Max carried me in his strong arms and ran with me through the corridors, heading toward the doctor’s room on the upper floor.

He burst in, panting: "She fell and I think she broke something... I don’t know!"

I heard the doctor’s calm voice: "Fine... put her here on the bed."

I wanted to scream that I was physically fine, but my gasps kept the words from coming out. I felt my lungs contracting, air refusing to enter, as if a steel cage had clamped shut over my chest. The doctor approached and gripped my shoulder: "Tell me where it hurts.

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