A gunshot rang out!
Callie opened her eyes immediately and saw a bullet hit the bald man’s knife, knocking it to the ground. He stared in disbelief at the person in the distance-
Nelson, dressed in a black shirt with unrolled sleeves, stood with smooth lines extending from his wrist. He held a gun firmly in his hand, smoke still rising from the barrel.
The man walked against the light, followed by several others.
He hurried over, and Callie, sitting on the ground in disarray, couldn’t utter a word through her tears of grievance and fear.
The bald man, now weaponless, retreated step by step but didn’t beg for mercy. Instead, he knelt straight to the ground, understanding that his life was ruined.
“Mr. Ellison!” Anthony arrived shortly after, too shocked to speak upon seeing the scene.
Ahmad, seeing Nelson, seemed to finally relax and closed his eyes slowly.
“Don’t sleep!” Callie cried out.
“Take him to the hospital, quickly!” Nelson ordered immediately.
The bodyguards hurriedly took Ahmad from Callie’s hands and carried him out to the car.
Callie tried to get up and follow but was pressed back down by Nelson’s raised hand.
She stared at him blankly, unsure of what to feel.
Nelson put away his gun and squatted down to her level. He took her thin wrist, which was badly worn.
Seeing the situation, he knew how much she had suffered.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and after a moment, he said, “You’ve suffered.”
“All these years.”
Callie, like a shattered porcelain doll, showed a bewildered expression after enduring immense trauma.
Jamir hurried over a mountain and saw Ahmad being carried out. His face changed dramatically as he quickly entered the abandoned construction site. He saw bodyguards detaining the bald man and Callie sitting in a corner.
Nelson knelt in front of her with a reverent posture as if worshiping his deity.
All of Jamir’s worry and tension vanished, replaced by an unattainable jealousy.
He was late.
But how? Nelson was clearly still at the scene when he left. How could he have found this place so quickly?
Did he know all along?
Everything was prepared for the rescue. Anthony retrieved a medical kit from the car and brought it over. Nelson carefully applied medicine to her wrist and wrapped it with gauze before tending to her ankle wound. Callie finally spoke numbly: “Will Ahmad die?”
Nelson didn’t stop his actions.
He had just checked; Ahmad’s wound was on his back and wasn’t deep, likely not fatal.
“No, I’ll get the best doctor in the city to save him.”
Callie seemed oblivious. “If he dies, what will I do?”
Her eyes were clear as she looked at him in confusion. “Will I have to bear the blame of taking a life?”
Callie made Nelson’s heart ache. He said firmly, “I told you, he won’t.”
“I’ll handle everything, Callie.”
They looked at each other.
Callie hesitated, then felt dizzy. The inhuman torture of recent days finally took its toll, and she collapsed.
“Callie!”