Chapter 178 Rely on Yourself
Emma had no idea what was happening to Elizabeth or how to help her. She desperately needed some light! The only thing she had was the lighter!
She struck the flint hard, and with a crisp sound, sparks flew. In that brief moment of light, she saw the man pinning Elizabeth down.
The sparks quickly faded, and darkness returned, but the image was burned into her mind. The guy knew there were two of them. If Elizabeth died, she'd be next.
These kinds of guys wouldn't leave any witnesses. Emma felt the small knife in her pocket and lunged forward, relying on her memory.
The blade hit flesh.
At first, she wasn't sure whose flesh it was until she heard a man's cry of pain, confirming she had hit her mark.
But even though the guy was hurt, the adrenaline rush made him not feel the pain immediately, only anger. He turned to deal with Emma, but while he was turning, she grabbed Elizabeth's hand and ran.
She rushed into the hallway based on her memory, then quickly closed the door and braced it, trying to keep him out.
But the guy was too strong. He kicked the wooden door to pieces. Just as his fist was about to break Emma's nose, a blinding light hit his eyes, temporarily blinding him.
The next second, an arm reached out and pulled Emma back. She struggled, but the grip was too strong.
Then she heard a familiar voice. "Don't be afraid, Emma, I'm here."
It was George's voice. How did he know she was here? He was the first to come to her rescue! Emma's mind was a whirlwind of emotions.
She stopped struggling, her body stiffened, and she slowly turned her head, tears welling up in her eyes.
Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and took a long time to adjust to the light. She looked at the familiar face, her mind going blank.
George's eyes were bloodshot, his usually neat hair was a mess, and in just a few hours, stubble had grown on his chin. Looking closely, she found there were even a few gray hairs. He seemed to have aged several years in an instant.
Emma had never seen him so disheveled. She touched George's cheek without saying a word, but urgent footsteps sounded behind her.
The guy chasing her was right on her heels!
Just then, George sprang into action, charging at the pursuer without a second thought. They clashed in a brutal fight.
The sounds of their brawl echoed through the hallway, fists landing with heavy thuds. George moved fast and hit hard, but the pursuer was just as tough. They fought like wild animals in the dim light.
George landed a solid punch to the guy's gut, making him yelp in pain. The pursuer struck back with an elbow to George's face. George's cheek puffed up instantly, and blood dripped from his mouth, staining his shirt.
Neither of them was willing to back down, grappling fiercely in the tight space.
George put all his strength into trying to shove the guy to the ground, but the pursuer grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard. George lost his footing and hit the floor.
The pursuer saw his chance and lunged, aiming to slash George's throat with a knife.
George rolled to the side just in time, the blade grazing his shoulder and sending blood splattering on the floor. He gritted his teeth against the pain and fought back with everything he had.
As the fight dragged on, both of them were covered in cuts and bruises.
George's face was a bloody mess, and the gash on his forehead kept bleeding, making it hard to see. The pursuer's clothes were in tatters, and he was sporting some nasty bruises.
"I won't let you hurt Emma!" George growled, using his last bit of strength to punch the guy hard in the stomach. The pursuer grunted and stumbled back.
But the guy wasn't done. He roared and lunged at George again, aiming for his heart.
In a split second, George grabbed the guy's wrist, pushing the blade away. They wrestled, their blood mixing, the air thick with the metallic scent.
"Go to hell!" George landed a heavy punch on the guy's jaw, making him stagger and finally crash to the ground.
The pursuer was down, and George was barely standing.
George's vision started to blur, and everything around him became fuzzy.
"Emma..." he whispered, filled with worry. In that critical moment, Emma's face flashed in his mind, like she was his last hope.
This time, he had finally protected Emma.
Emma had seen the whole thing. She was moved, but then she remembered what George had done three years ago, and her gratitude vanished.
She picked up the knife the pursuer had dropped and walked over to George, gently running it along his face.
George's blood smeared the blade.
"Does it hurt, George? Three years ago, I hurt just like this."
Emma still remembered how George had kept removing the bandages from her face, making her wounds worse each time, breaking her heart a little more.
She stared at him coldly and muttered, "George, do you now know how much I hurt back then?"
Suddenly, George's eyes snapped open, and he saw Emma standing there with the knife.
Emma's heart clenched. What would George think of her now? Would he see her as an enemy, or as someone who brought him nothing but trouble? Either way, her true feelings were probably clear to him now.
George grabbed Emma's wrist and said, "Emily, are you protecting me? Do you know how much I miss you?"
Emma thought, 'Every day it's Emily. If you miss her so much, go find Anna! Why are you calling me Emily?'
Emma angrily shook off George's hand, but he didn't seem to care. Instead, he warned her with concern, "Emily, be careful; don't hurt yourself."
Emma smirked and pressed the knife against George's throat. "If I press down now, will your neck break? Will you die?"
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