Chapter 520 Return
Watching the three thugs stumble away, Emma finally let out a sigh of relief. She turned to look at George and noticed beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his shirt soaked through on the back.
"Are you alright?" She instinctively reached out to steady him, but stopped just before touching his arm.
George tilted his head slightly, his vacant eyes searching for the source of the voice. "Are they gone?"
"Yeah, they took off," Emma replied softly, her gaze falling on his trembling fingers. She then noticed his knuckles were scraped and bleeding.
"Your hand..."
"It's nothing," George quickly hid his hand behind his back, his voice returning to its usual cold tone. "You should go home. It's not safe here."
The sea breeze suddenly picked up, whipping sand against them. Just as Emma was about to speak, a sharp whistle sounded from a distance. She turned abruptly to see the three thugs returning, this time armed with beer bottles and wooden sticks.
"Damn, he's blind!" the leader sneered. "Guys, let's teach this blind man a lesson!"
George's body tensed, and he instinctively pulled Emma behind him. "Run!"
"I'm not leaving!" Emma clung to his arm. "If we go, we go together!"
The three thugs formed a semicircle around them. George, relying on his keen hearing, judged their positions and suddenly pushed Emma aside. "Watch out!"
A beer bottle whizzed past Emma's hair, shattering against a rock. Though George couldn't see, his movements were astonishingly quick, dodging another thug's swing with a wooden stick.
"Damn, this blind guy's pretty agile!" The thug, enraged, pulled a folding knife from his pocket. "Let's see you dodge this!"
The blade glinted in the light, and Emma's heart nearly stopped. She threw herself at George. "Watch out for the knife!"
George heard her warning and turned instinctively, but it was a moment too late. The sharp blade sliced his arm, and blood immediately stained his white shirt. He grunted but still stood firm, shielding Emma.
"George!" Emma cried, tears streaming down her face as she frantically searched the sand, grabbing a sharp shell and hurling it at the thug.
The shell cut the thug's face, causing him to clutch his wound in pain. The other two thugs, seeing this, became even more frenzied, swinging their sticks at the pair.
"Run!" George scooped Emma up and, relying on his memory, ran towards the parking lot. Despite his blindness, his incredible sense of direction helped him avoid most obstacles.
"Stop!" The thugs chased after them.
At that critical moment, a patrolling police car drove by. The officers, seeing the scene, immediately turned on their sirens and rushed over.
"Police! Freeze!"The three thugs scattered like frightened animals. An older officer quickly approached. "Are you two okay? Do you need an ambulance?"
Emma noticed George's face had turned ashen, blood dripping from his fingers onto the sand, forming dark red spots.
"He's hurt! Please, help us!" Emma's voice was choked with sobs.
The officer immediately called for an ambulance. While waiting, George finally couldn't hold on and dropped to one knee. Emma knelt beside him, her hands trembling as she tore a strip from her shirt to bandage his wound.
"Why did you come back?" George asked weakly.
Emma's tears fell onto his wound because she couldn't just stand by and watch George get hurt.
She couldn't do it!
George hesitated for a moment before his hand, covered in sand and blood, fell back down.
Emma seemed to understand his gesture. She pressed her face against his hand, placing it on her cheek.
George's hand trembled slightly, but he forced a cold tone. "Why are you crying? I didn't save you on purpose."
Emma's tears flowed even more freely. She clung to his wrist, refusing to let go.
"You're just my ex-wife. Stop getting emotional," he said through gritted teeth, his voice hard. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be hurt."
"Leave. I don't want to see you."
His final words cut into Emma's heart like a knife. She looked up, staring into his empty eyes, her voice choked but defiant. "You're lying."
George's fingers curled slightly, but he still pulled his hand away and turned to leave.
"George!" Emma grabbed his shirt. "Your wound isn't fully bandaged. I'm not leaving!"
"I don't need it." He shook her off coldly. "My business is none of your concern."
"I care!" She stubbornly followed, grabbing his arm again.
George stopped abruptly, his voice rising. "Emma! How long are you going to keep this up?"
His outburst drew the attention of passersby. Emma's fingers trembled, but she didn't let go.
"Fine, I'll go," she finally released him, her voice low. "But at least let me stay until the doctor finishes bandaging you, okay?"
George was silent for a moment before coldly agreeing.
The ambulance arrived quickly, and the paramedics treated George's wound on the spot.
Emma stood by, watching as the doctor cleaned, stitched, and bandaged his arm. The knife wound was deep and ugly, the blood stopped, but his brow furrowed slightly as the bandage was applied.
She bit her lip hard, her nails digging into her palms to stop herself from rushing over.
Once the bandaging was done, the doctor said seriously, "The wound is deep. I recommend staying overnight for observation."
"No need," George refused outright, standing up. "I'm going home."
The doctor tried to persuade him, but George was already walking away. Emma hurried after him, only to be stopped by his cold voice. "Don't follow me."
She froze, watching him stumble away. In the end, as he was about to disappear, she quietly followed.
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