Chapter 298 Martin Leads Patricia to Escape, Hunter in Pursuit
During the pitch-black night, each sense was heightened.
Even with her eyes closed, Patricia could sense something drawing near, and as those hands almost touched her, she could no longer feign tranquility. She snatched the pillow from beneath her head, holding it in front of her face as her body trembled uncontrollably.
It was as if shielding herself with the pillow might lessen the fear that gripped her heart.
Sensing Patricia's terror, the doctor spoke with a gentle firmness,. "Madam, I'm here to rescue you on Mr. Langley's behalf."
Patricia peeked out from under the pillow, her eyes the only thing visible,. She was at a complete loss —, unsure whether to believe the reassurance she had just heard.
Fearing Patricia's skepticism, the doctor reiterated,. "Hurry, we must go!. Mr. Langley is waiting for you downstairs in the car. If we don't leave now, Hunter will catch us, and it will be too late."
After a moment of stunned silence, Patricia's disbelief gave way to relief so profound relief that her eyes instantly reddened, and she whispered with a choked voice she whispered,. "You really were sent by Martin."
The doctor nodded,. "Yes, I'm an undercover agent, disguised as a doctor to avoid drawing attention. You need tomust come with me now, or it'll be too late."
Patricia hurriedly nodded, throwing off the covers and getting out of bed.
The doctor slipped off ther shoes she had been wearing and handed them to Patricia.
"The floor's cold, and with your frail health, you should wear some shoes to avoid catching a cold," she sadvised.
"Thank you!"."
Patricia expressed her gratitude, slipped on the shoes, but after taking a few steps, a wave of dizziness overcame her. Her legs buckled, and; stumbling backward, she collapsed back onto the bed.
Worried about her condition, the doctor asked urgently, "Madam, what's wrong?"
Patricia tried to stand twice, but both attempts endinged in failure.
"I'm so sorry, I haven't had any food or rest for over 24 hours. I'm dizzy and can't muster any strength."
Without hesitation, the doctor squatted down and hoisted Patricia onto her back.
Embarrassed, Patricia struggled to get off.
The doctor gripped her arm tightly,. "Hold on to me!. Don't fall off. During training, I've carried 100 pounds for 20 hours over 40 miles of rugged mountain road during training. Your weight is nothing to me. Besides, we're taking the elevator, not hiking."
Overwhelmed by gratitude and not wanting to be a burden, Patricia stayed still, her eyes misting up,. "Thank you!"."
The doctor said nothing more, left three others to take care of the aftermath, and carried Patricia out of the room. They took the elevator down towards the black SUV parked at the entrance of the inpatient department.
Under the dim streetlight, Martin's figure was half-shrouded in darkness, his hawk-like eyes intently fixed on the entrance.
As soon asWhen he saw the doctor emerge with Patricia on her back, he immediately opened the car door and situated Patricia on his lap.
"Stay behind and cover our exit. Report back to me with any updates."
"Yes, sir!"."
After brief instructions, Martin closed the door.
The black SUV shot onto the road like an arrow released from a bow.
Having finally rescued Patricia, Martin immediately switched on the overhead light to check her condition.
Seeing her face marred with bruises and her wrists bandaged, a surge of anger flooded his chest.
"What happened to your face?" he asked, noting the injuries didn't appear to beweren't fresh.
Suddenly, he recalled Frank's words, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Did Hunter do this to you?"
His care for her flowed gently into Patricia's heart like a quiet stream, seeping into her very soul.
All the grievances she had suffered these days came pouring out as she grabbed onto Martin's neck, her tears falling uncontrollably.
In a matter of moments, aA large patch of his coat was soaked through in moments.
"It's all right,. iIt's over now," she whispered.
But Martin wasn't about to let it all slide so easily. Pulling her away, he cradled her face gently in his hands, tenderly wiping her tears with his thumbs, his expression full of concern. "Don't worry, one day; I'll make things right for you one day," he promised.
Patricia shook her head frantically, her eyes flickering, shimmering with uncertainty.
"I don't want revenge!. Hunter is too dangerous—when he snaps, he's capable of anything when he snaps. How can we fight a madman? I don't want to think about anything else; I just want to get away from here and never come backreturn."
Her fearful, panicked look ignited something within Martin's chest, a kindling of rage that surged to a peak.
Without another word, he gathered Patricia into his arms, patting her back receiving firm, reassuring pats fromfirmly and reassuringly with his strong hand.
"Don't be afraid. It's all in the past now, and from here on out, I'm going toI will protect you. You're not going to get hurt again," he soothed.
There was a warmth in Patricia's heart—a contrast to the unstoppable flow of her tears.
"Martin, I'm sorry... I let you down. If it weren't for my blind trust in Hunter, Fannie would still be alive, and I wouldn't have lost the baby," she sobbed regretfully.
Martin offered a restrained smile. "Fannie's not gone."
Patricia froze, thinking she had misheard. She pulled back, blinking through teary eyes, struggling to see his face.
"Fannie's alive?"
He nodded. "Yes, Fannie's alive. I saved her."
Thinking he was just trying to comfort her with a lie, Patricia hung her head in shame.
"You don't have to lie to me. You were in Ivara City; how could you have saved Fannie?"
Martin couldn't help but chuckle, taking a moment to explain the whole ordeal.
"It's true!. I was staying at the same hotel as you guys. The day Fannie went out to sea to fish, I knew about the typhoon and feared for her safety, so—"..."
After hearing the story, Patricia was stunned.
"Fannie's really alive?"
Martin gave a firm nod, a solemn promise in his eyes. "I assure you, Fannie is alive!. I sensed someone was out to harm her, so I hid her to prevent spooking the enemy.
Once we're back in Ivara City, you'll see her."
Patricia's relief turned to tears, flowing freely like a newly spraung well.
"Oh, thank God, Fannie's alive. She's not dead... Can we go back to Ivara City now? I miss them so much. I just want to see them right away," she sobbed.
Martin gently wiped her tears with a tissue.
"Yes, we're heading for the airport now. It's a forty-minute drive from here, and by the time Hunter notices you're gone and gets there, we'll be airborne. In Ivara City, we won't have to worry about him anymore."
In this foreign land, he had been the king.
Hunter was nothing to fear here.
Hearing they were about to leave this accursed place, Patricia trembled with excitement.
Finally.
She, she was about to escape the clutches of Hunter, the devil himself.
The black SUV sped to the airport.
Martin, withoutWithout waiting for the car to fully stop, threw openMartin opened the door, scooped Patricia up, and rushed towards the terminal.
As the gates drew nearer, Patricia felt as iflike she werewas in a dream, tears in her eyes, her heart pounding as if it might leap out of her throat.
Soon, she'd be away from here.
Since Hunter had brought her to this place, she had never imagined there'd be a day she could leave.
Never had she been so nervous.
Her palms were sweating.
The boarding gate was now within sight, but suddenly, frantic footsteps sounded from behind, followed by a jarring gunshot that made her skip a breath. When she saw Hunter charging through the airport entrance with his men, her blood turned to ice.
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