The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 253

Theo stopped mid-action and turned back to look at m e. He had an incredulous expression on his face that also carried anger and pain.

I regained my composure, and my blurry vision gradually recovered. It was only then I realized it was Theo whom I had just struck with the bat. I subconsciously hurled it aside and wailed, "He's going to die!"

Disappointment emerged on his face briefly, but the murderous intent in his eyes was clear. His irises were deep like bottomless pools of jet black. He parted his lips to speak but not a single word fell from the tip of his tongue.

Tyler lay motionless on the floor in a supine position.

I dared not linger another second by Theo's side, so I dashed over to Tyler and squatted down beside him, examining his injuries.

At present, he looked nothing like the handsome young man I knew. His lips were swollen to the size of sausages and not a single inch of his pale skin remained intact. Theo certainly did not go easy on him.

"Get up. I'll take you to the hospital." Amid my panic,

tears rolled down my face uncontrollably. I reached out in an attempt to help him up.

He slowly forced his eyes open and pulled his lips into a hideous smile. "Don't cry. I'm fine."

His strained smile tipped me over the edge and I burst out crying. "How can you say that you’re fine when you’re in this condition? Quick, get up. I’ll take you to the hospital."

Without caring about my own body, I tried my best to support his weight.

Theo strode forward and hauled me aside. In his deep voice, he instructed, "Leave him alone and come back with me!"

At that moment, I knew that his heart housed immense wrath. However, I could not simply abandon Tyler and leave him to fend for himself in this state. I whipped my head to look at Theo and roared, "How could he possibly be fine? Can't you see all the blood o n his face? Theo Grant, how can you be so cruel? You should’ve come at me if you're angry at me!"

He tossed me a cold glance. I could tell that the ball of fury he had been suppressing was about to erupt again.

Fearing that he would initiate a second round, I tugged at his shirt and pleaded, "Theo, I beg you! Leave him be. He’s almost dying.”

"Wandy... Don't beg him. I-I’m fine!” Tyler struggled to climb to his feet, but with every movement came a pang of pain that was accompanied by fresh blood gushing out of his mouth.