Chapter 101 He Came to Save Her
"When Joyce woke up, she was on the floor of an old, rundown factory.
Her hands and feet were tied, and her mouth was taped shut.
Two men sat nearby, their faces hidden.
She realized she had been kidnapped.
She needed to stay calm and find a way to call the police.
One of the kidnappers picked up her phone and dialed a number.
Joyce's heart raced.
She made a muffled ""no"" through the tape.
She feared they were calling Benjamin. If he found out she was kidnapped, his fragile heart might not handle it.
As she struggled to move, she heard Sebastian's voice on the phone.
""Joyce, what's wrong?""
Before she could respond, the kidnapper threatened, ""Mr. Winters, Joyce is with me. If you want her safe, prepare $1.4 million, or she'll suffer.""
The kidnapper, Walter Jones, leered at Joyce.
After a pause, Sebastian's cold voice came through. ""Let her talk to her!""
Walter handed the phone to Joyce and ripped the tape off her mouth.
He pointed a gun at her head. ""Behave, or I'll rape you right now.""
Joyce shook her head in fear.
Trembling, she tried to stay calm.
She needed to warn Sebastian about the gun.
Taking deep breaths, she weakly said, ""Sebastian, the cash at home is in the wooden box on the top shelf of the safe in the study. Bring all of it.""
She hoped Sebastian would get her hint and bring a weapon.
After a pause, Sebastian said, ""Okay, don't move. I'll bring the money and come to save you.""
Just as Joyce felt a bit relieved, she heard Cordelia's sharp voice on the phone.
""Sebastian, where are you going? Isabella's life is in danger. You can't leave her. She got hurt because of the company. You can't just abandon her.""
""Sebastian, Isabella lost her ability to have children to save you. Now she's seriously injured because of your company. You can't be so cold-hearted and ignore her.""
""Mr. Winters, Ms. Vale is awake. She's crying and wants to see you. She said she won't undergo surgery if you don't come in.""
Despite the chaos, Joyce understood.
Isabella was injured and in critical condition. If Sebastian didn't stay, she wouldn't undergo surgery.
And Joyce was still waiting for him to rescue her.
Joyce's heart sank, and her voice trembled.
Before the call ended, she didn't hear a word from Sebastian.
She closed her eyes, a bitter smile on her lips.
Fate always played the same cruel joke on her.
She knew Sebastian would always choose Isabella over her.
Why did fate keep reopening her wounds?
She curled up tightly.
The silent night swallowed her.
Every second felt endless.
Just when she was ready to fight the kidnappers and escape, she heard hurried footsteps outside.
A tall, imposing figure emerged from the darkness like a god.
Even though it was night and she couldn't see clearly, Joyce knew it was Sebastian.
He had come to save her.
Her eyes welled up, and just as she was about to speak, a gun was pressed against her forehead.
Walter's sinister voice echoed, ""Take one more step, and I'll blow her head off!""
But before he finished, a gunshot rang out, hitting Walter's arm.
He dropped the gun in pain.
Sebastian pulled Joyce into his arms and delivered swift kicks to Walter.
Walter spat blood from the blows.
Sebastian covered Joyce's head with his coat, whispering, ""Don't be afraid, I'm here.""
He fought the kidnappers while holding Joyce.
Joyce felt like a puppet, hearing only the sounds of Sebastian groaning in pain.
She didn't know how long the fight lasted.
Just as she was about to remove the coat, Sebastian stopped her.
""Don't look, you'll have nightmares.""
He picked her up and coldly said, ""Take him back for interrogation.""
Joyce, hidden under the coat, could only hear Sebastian's rapid heartbeat and smell blood.
Her voice trembled, ""Sebastian, are you hurt?""
Sebastian chuckled softly, ""If I say yes, will you feel sorry for me?""
""Can you be serious?""
""Can you stop avoiding it?""
Joyce pulled off the coat, revealing Sebastian's blood-stained shirt.
She touched it and realized the blood was warm, flowing from him.
Seeing the blood, her fingers trembled slightly.
A fleeting emotion appeared in her eyes, and Sebastian caught it.
He placed her in the car, leaned in, and looked into her eyes, his voice hoarse. ""Joyce, you still care about me, don't you?""
Joyce avoided his gaze. ""You got hurt saving me. I'd care if it were anyone else.""
Sebastian grabbed her chin, a pleased look on his face. ""So, Ms. Blackwood, how do you plan to take care of me?""
His deep eyes stared at her, trying to see through her thoughts.
Joyce backed away slightly, her expression calm. ""Take off your shirt.""
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, teasing. ""Offering yourself to me? If I had known, I would have saved you more often.""
""Sebastian, if you're not afraid of bleeding out, skip treating your wound.""
Seeing her return to her usual self, Sebastian relaxed.
He gently ruffled her hair and said, ""Don't be afraid, I'll always be here.""
He said it with such seriousness, even his gaze towards Joyce became earnest.
He was genuinely scared. When he got the call, only God knew how nervous he was.
He was afraid Joyce would get hurt, afraid she would be bullied.
He had never felt this way before.
It made him lose his composure and sanity.
Joyce lowered her eyes, helping him treat his wound, and softly asked, ""You came to save me, what about Isabella?"""
