Chapter 581 Save Me
Elodie didn't waste a second. She swung her elbow again, aiming right for the back of Arthur's head, and nailed him hard.
Arthur felt a sharp pain and then everything went black.
The driver freaked out. "Mr. Hernandez!"
With Arthur still in Elodie's grip, the driver didn't dare make a move.
Elodie was relentless, every hit fueled by pure hatred.
She knew she might not be able to kill Arthur to avenge her parents, but she sure as hell wanted him to suffer.
She turned to the driver, her voice icy. "The fork's poisoned. Get him help, fast!"
Of course, there was no poison. Elodie didn't have access to any. She just said it to throw the driver off and buy herself some time to escape.
With that, Elodie bolted out of the car and sprinted towards the busiest restaurant she could see.
The driver glanced at the pale Arthur, thinking Elodie was way too ruthless.
But Arthur had already guessed Elodie might pull something today.
From the driver's perspective, Arthur didn't need to get hurt at all. If he saw it coming, why didn't he stop it?
The driver pulled out a strong injection he had ready and jabbed it into Arthur's arm.
The medicine kicked in fast. Arthur's eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Mr. Hernandez, should I take you to the hospital?" the driver asked.
Arthur's hand was still stuck in the car seat, and the driver didn't dare mess with it.
Without a word, Arthur yanked at it, but the first pull didn't do the trick.
Blood splattered everywhere!
The driver winced, feeling the pain just by looking at it.
Arthur couldn't get it out because the other end of the fork was jammed into the metal under the seat and bent.
Elodie had done it on purpose. One end of the fork was a big handle, and the other end was U-shaped. Without a hospital visit, it wasn't coming out.
Arthur looked at Elodie's handiwork and let out a weird laugh.
With blood all over his hand and neck, he looked terrifying, like a demon straight out of hell.
Even now, Arthur found something to laugh about.
The driver, not getting a response, didn't dare drive off on his own. Just as he was about to ask again, he saw Arthur grab the bent end of the fork and yank hard!
He pulled the big handle end through.
A huge bloody hole appeared in the middle of his palm!
Arthur didn't even grunt, just furrowed his brow when it went through.
The driver was stunned by the bloody hole in Arthur's hand! He felt a phantom pain in his own palm, his whole body aching.
Arthur pointed to the first aid kit.
The driver was still in shock, speechless.
It wasn't until Arthur tapped the car seat with his finger that the driver snapped out of it. "Sorry, Mr. Hernandez!"
The driver quickly grabbed the first aid kit and started wrapping Arthur's hand with gauze.
Arthur, impatient, snatched the gauze from him, wrapped it a few times around his hand, and tore it off.
He grabbed another piece and wrapped it around his neck.
These minor injuries were nothing to Arthur, but because Elodie had caused them, they stung a bit more—a sting of disappointment.
Meanwhile, Elodie, who had managed to escape, burst into a crowded restaurant.
Covered in blood and looking a mess, she cried out, "Help me, call the police!"
The owner, a middle-aged woman, saw Elodie trembling and quickly invited her to sit down.
Elodie told her that some bad people were trying to kidnap her and begged her to call the police.
The owner comforted Elodie, then got up to get her phone and handed it to her.
Elodie called the local law enforcement. As she was giving the address, the owner kindly told her where they were. Elodie didn't catch it, and just as the owner was about to repeat it, a commotion erupted in the store.
A tall man stood at the front door, blocking all the light shining into the restaurant.
Arthur, covered in blood and looking like a demon, had only his face clean.
Elodie was terrified, not expecting Arthur to wake up so quickly.
Even the bent fork hadn't stopped him!
Although Arthur's hand was wrapped in gauze, the hole in his palm was too large, and without proper hemostasis, the bandage was useless, and blood kept flowing.
"Elodie, I'm here to take you home!" Arthur stepped in, and with each step, blood dripped down.
Elodie's face turned pale, drained of all color, leaving only fear.
She grabbed the owner's arm and said in terror, "That's the bad guy trying to kidnap me, please don't let him take me."
The enthusiastic owner suddenly changed her expression and pushed Elodie away.
She said something in the local language that Elodie couldn't understand.
Although she didn't understand, Elodie knew it must be a refusal to help.
The owner was very scared, trembling as she took the phone from Elodie's hand and hid behind the counter.
Elodie had no choice but to seek help from the diners. There were more than thirty people in the restaurant; she didn't believe she couldn't find one righteous person.
She cried out for help, "Help me, help me! This man is a bad guy, he's trying to take me."
But when those people saw Arthur, their eyes were filled with fear, and they all lowered their heads, eating their food, not even wanting to watch the commotion.
Elodie didn't know what was happening!
She grabbed someone's arm and whispered, "Help me contact the Perry family, tell them I'm Elodie Sackler."
But the man, as if seeing a plague, trembled and pushed Elodie away.
Elodie was too naive, completely unaware of the customs of Emerald Isle.
She was now standing in the slums of Emerald Isle, and Arthur's demeanor and the diamond pin on his chest indicated that he was a true aristocrat!
Even Arthur's license plate was an all-black, military-only kind of deal. No way these poor folks were gonna mess with the top dog of Emerald Isle!
Elodie felt a wave of despair wash over her.
Everyone just stood there, watching the scene unfold like it was some kind of show. No one stepped up to help.
Realizing she was on her own, Elodie grabbed a chair and swung it at Arthur. He dodged, and she tried to make a run for it, but he snagged her by the hair and yanked hard!
She was slammed into the corner of a table, blood pouring from her head.
Arthur squatted down, dipped his long fingers in her blood, and then, in a twisted move, licked them clean.
"Elodie, you always disappoint me," he said softly, almost gently.
Elodie shivered at his actions.
Suddenly, she doubled over and vomited, though there was nothing in her stomach but bile.
Her insides felt like they were on fire. Arthur and these indifferent people made her feel both despair and disgust.
Arthur didn't say another word. He grabbed her by the back of her neck, lifted her up like she weighed nothing, and started walking out.
Elodie, blood streaming down her face, clung desperately to the table legs, trying to resist.
Arthur's patience was wearing thin. He grabbed one of her legs and dragged her out headfirst.
Elodie clawed at the ground, leaving a trail of blood.
She was so afraid of going back 'cause she knew if she did, she'd never see the light of day again.
She scratched at the floor, her fingernails breaking and bleeding, looking utterly pitiful.
She cried out hoarsely for help, "Help me, help me, please!"
But the onlookers just watched coldly, like they were watching a play, not lifting a finger.
Emerald Isle had survived so long because these bad habits were deeply ingrained in everyone's minds.
The poor couldn't resist the nobles, couldn't even speak out.
These people were just following the rules they'd been taught for generations.
But Elodie's desperate struggle left a mark on their hearts.
She refused to give in. Every strand of her hair, every inch of her skin screamed defiance!
For hundreds of years, the poor in Emerald Isle had taught their children that "Defiance" was a forbidden word, not to be spoken, let alone acted upon.
Otherwise, they'd face great disasters.
They thought, Elodie really wasn't afraid of death.
In their hearts, a thought they'd never dared to think before arose: could the system abroad really be better than Emerald Isle?
Elodie's refusal to submit made Arthur lose his last bit of patience.
He stuffed her into the back seat and injected her with a sedative.
Finally, Elodie calmed down, no longer struggling.
Elodie's stubborn eyes, after a few attempts, slowly closed, and she drifted into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, she realized she was tied to a chair.
She tried to open her eyes, but all she saw was endless darkness.
It felt like she was back in the year her parents had their car accident.
Elodie had been so heartbroken that she had stress-induced blindness, and those years of darkness had become a nightmare she could never shake off.
After a few seconds of silence, Elodie let out a terrified scream, her throat feeling like it had been scorched by fire, producing a hoarse and grating sound.
In the restaurant, she seemed to have screamed her voice out.
Her torn throat made it painful to utter even a single syllable, and even breathing became excruciating.
But she was scared; she didn't want to go through that darkness again, didn't want to return to that abyss of nightmares.
With a dull thud, Elodie, chair and all, fell to the ground.
The hard floor made her arm feel like it was going to break, her body going numb.
She felt like a paralyzed patient.
At that moment, a pair of large hands lifted her up.
Those hands touched her head, then untied a strap, and Elodie regained her sight.
In front of her was Arthur, illuminated by a crystal chandelier, his body seemingly coated in a layer of golden light, gentle and elegant.
But to Elodie, it was deeply laughable.
Arthur, this hypocritical man!
"How do you feel?" Arthur asked, knowing full well.
He clearly wanted Elodie to recall those terrifying years, yet now he was pretending to be a kind person.
Elodie gritted her teeth, wishing she could devour Arthur's flesh and blood.
"It should be me asking how you feel," Elodie said through gritted teeth. "Arthur, you want me to remember the past, right?"
Elodie sneered, "Of course I remember. You killed my parents, and I will never forget it!"
Having pretended to have amnesia for so long, Elodie could finally release her hatred freely. She wished Arthur would die countless times!
Arthur's lips tightened slightly, clearly not what he meant.
He wanted Elodie to recall those dark days, who had always been by her side.
He wanted her to clearly recognize that she couldn't leave him.
Arthur untied Elodie's ropes.
In fact, at this moment, Elodie had no strength to resist.
He had just wanted her to experience the feeling of darkness, so he had bound her hands and covered her eyes.
Arthur looked at her gently and said, "Elodie, you are always too impulsive. You can't see that I am doing this for your own good."
Elodie found it too laughable.
She stared at his hypocritical face and asked, "Are you saying that you killed my parents for my own good?"
"Indeed, they couldn't bring you any help, only pain. I was just helping you." Arthur pushed a report over and said, "You didn't know, your parents were both suffering from cancer at the time, with not much time left. I did it only to spare you the pain of parting."
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