The Unwavering Heart That Broke novel Chapter 143

Gavin grabbed the nearest chair and hurled it with all his strength.

The guy holding Nathalie let go, and both men lunged at Gavin, taking him down hard. Fists flew, curses filled the air.

“Mind your own damn business, asshole!”

“Today’s your last day, you hear me?”

Nathalie, shaken and desperate, scrambled to her feet. She swayed, reaching for the door. Before she could get her hands on the handle, someone opened it from the outside.

Lance stood there, tall and composed. Nathalie froze for half a second, then grabbed his arm.

“Get them, please. They attacked me.” Her voice was thin, frantic.

Her face was flushed, hair tangled, clothes wrinkled and messy. The whole room was pure chaos.

Lance barely looked around before pulling Nathalie close. He handed her off to Bagot, who came in behind him.

Without another word, Lance stepped inside and shut the door firmly.

Almost right away, shouts and screams of pain erupted from the room.

Bagot flinched at the sound. “It’s been a long time since Lance got this mad,” he muttered.

Nathalie felt dizzy, but her thoughts flashed to Gavin, still inside. She started pounding weakly on the door. “Don’t… don’t hurt Gavin.”

Bagot held her arm, steadying her. “Nathalie, let it go. Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“No, wait… Please…”

She was terrified Lance would take everything out on Gavin, too.

The shouting changed quickly from anger to begging—pleas for mercy that didn’t last long. In just a few minutes, everything went quiet.

The door opened again. Lance came out, practically radiating violence. His eyes were wild, his breathing heavy.

Behind him, both attackers were sprawled on the floor, barely moving.

Gavin looked just as bad, slumped on the ground, totally stunned by what had just happened.

Lance stayed calm. “Just wanted to see if you had any thoughts after insisting on working. After all this, what do you think?”

Nathalie gave a cold, bitter little laugh. “Are you being smug right now? Are you happy I got myself into trouble?”

A faint smile tugged at Lance’s lips, but it wasn’t happy. “If I wanted to watch you suffer, Nathalie, why would I bother helping at all?”

Nathalie looked away again. “I never asked you to help.”

Silence filled the room.

After a long pause, Lance’s voice was soft. “You’re right. I just couldn’t help myself. I have to get involved, even when I know I shouldn’t.”

Nathalie’s eyes went out of focus for a moment, her heart stinging unexpectedly. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back the rush of feeling.

He’d help her the same way he helped Felice. To him, there wasn’t any real difference.

So… what right did she have to cry?