My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 371

"Bitch!" the red-haired thug yelled, trying to mask his own fear as he raised a fist and charged at Seraphina Simmons.

Seraphina had just kicked the blond thug, twisting her ankle slightly from the force of the blow.

Seeing his partner lunge at her, she gritted her teeth, sidestepped, and slammed her elbow hard into his back.

Enraged by the hit, the redhead whipped a pocketknife out of his jacket and slashed at her.

She barely dodged the fatal strike, but the blade sliced across her wrist.

A sharp, stinging pain flared instantly, bringing a hot rush of tears to her eyes.

She couldn't afford to die here—Little Bean needed his mommy.

"Damn it!"

Gathering every ounce of her remaining strength, she delivered a brutal kick to the redhead.

Caught completely off guard by her fierce counterattack despite her injury, he stumbled.

The kick landed squarely on his chest, sending him crashing to the asphalt, the knife clattering out of his grip.

Seraphina immediately lunged forward and kicked the weapon far out of reach.

In the distance, the rumble of an approaching engine echoed through the night.

At the same time, her phone began to buzz frantically inside her purse.

Seizing the moment, she yelled bluffingly, "Back off! My husband is right down the road, and you're both dead meat if he finds you!"

The two thugs exchanged a panicked glance, scrambled onto their motorcycle, and sped off into the darkness.

The approaching car simply zoomed right past her.

Seraphina watched the taillights of the motorcycle fade away, clutching her chest as her heart hammered against her ribs.

This stretch of Highway 325 was completely unsafe; who knew what other creeps were lurking out here?

She was running on adrenaline and empty fumes.

She needed to get to safety, fast.

Pulling a handkerchief from her bag, she quickly bound her bleeding wrist.

Only then did she pull out her phone to check the screen.

It was flooded with missed calls from Tiffany Taylor.

The lump in her throat grew heavier.

Pulling back slightly, Tiffany scanned her from head to toe. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

Seraphina shook her head. "No, just the scrape."

"Let's get out of here."

Tiffany grabbed her uninjured hand, ready to drag her to the car.

But Seraphina stood her ground. "Not yet."

"Why? This place gives me the creeps, what if they come back?"

"Because I called the cops," Seraphina said, gesturing to her phone. "I'm not going to let them jump me and just walk away without a fight."

Tiffany nodded fiercely. "You're right. We are going to nail those bastards."

The police arrived shortly after and took her statement.

After providing a detailed description of the attackers, she pointed toward a nearby streetlamp. "That traffic camera should have caught their faces."

The officer looked at her with genuine respect.

"You handled yourself incredibly well, ma'am. But if you don't mind me asking, what were you doing out here in the middle of nowhere so late at night? And dressed so lightly?"