No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 799

"There's a fight going on outside!" someone shouted as they burst into the room, causing me to dash out in a hurry.

I ran outside just in time to see Allen's fist connecting with Conrad's face.

"Stop it, Allen! Stop!" I yelled, rushing over to pull him away.

With a swift motion, he shoved me aside, and I hit the wall with a loud thud. My head spun, everything inside feeling like it had been rattled out of place. It took me a moment to gather my wits.

Conrad, who hadn't thrown a punch until now, glanced over at me, concern etched on his face. "Felicia..."

The moment he called my name, he swung back at Allen, and the two of them were soon grappling like two wild dogs.

I rubbed my aching head as I watched them go at it, unsure of what else to do but call for security.

By the time they were pulled apart, both of them were worse for wear. Conrad had a nosebleed that wouldn't quit, and he was pinching his nose, tilting his head back as if trying to stop the flow.

Though I was curious about why they started brawling, Conrad's bleeding worried me more. I went over to him, "Conrad, you need to see a doctor."

He didn't budge but instead asked, "Are you okay?"

I nodded, insisting, "Let me take you."

"No need, it'll stop soon," he refused.

I was about to argue further when Allen shouted, "You bastard, Conrad! Where's my mom? Give me back my mom!"

I froze, confused. Wasn't his mom lost in that fire? Why was he demanding her from Conrad?

"Allen, what the hell's wrong with you?" I demanded.

Allen shot me a cold glare. "Ask him."

"If you can't find your mom, go to the police. Stop acting like a madman," I snapped.

He didn't reply, just came closer with an unsettling intensity that set off alarms in my head. Instinct kicked in, and I turned to run.

But Allen's long limbs caught me easily. He grabbed me around the waist and hoisted me over his shoulder, carrying me like a sack of potatoes.

Even though I'm not exactly light, standing at a good five foot seven and weighing over a hundred pounds, he handled me as if I were as light as a rag doll.

Allen marched through the crowd, unbothered by the curious glances and pointing fingers. His stride was unyielding, and my world spun wildly upside down.

I pounded on his back, but it was like hitting a pillow, my efforts utterly futile.

"Help! Somebody help me!" I finally screamed, hoping my cries would draw enough attention to rescue me from this bizarre predicament.