Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128 

My heart felt like it was being squeezed tight, and pain coursed through me, malding me panic, 

The knife hadn’t pierced through. 

Ethan summoned some hidden strength, striking Luke back, who then collapsed. 

Finally, a large group of police rushed through the door. The lead officers wielded batons and shields, quickly subduing the two men. 

At that moment, they realized the gravity of their situation; tears and snot ran down their faces as they cried out, “Officers, we’re innocent! We didn’t do anything! 

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Someone made us do this! You should arrest him instead!” 

After receiving a kick, they finally settled down, ceasing their panicked cries, 

From the crowd, a middle–aged man stepped forward, looking anxious. He reached out to support Ethan “Mr. Grayson, are you okay?” 

on seeing the blood on Ethan’s clothes, the man gasped in shock. “Your wounds…” 

Lihin stood up, brushing the man’s hand away, his steps unsteady but with a clear focus as he approached me, 

them did the police chief react, shouting, “What are you all doing? Hurry up and untie the hostage!” 

Ethan took the scissors handed to him by an officer and knelt down to cut the ropes binding me 

“Ethan,” I called softly, on the verge of tears. I wanted to ask if he was hurt and thank him, but after calling his name, I couldn’t utter another word. 

His eyes were downcast, but when he looked up, I noticed they were red–timmed. “Thank goodness you’re safe.” 

Seeing his blood–stained clothes made my heart ache, yet I felt a surge of gratitude. 

“Don’t…” Ethan smiled at me, reaching to wipe away the tears on my face, but before he could say anything, he collapsed to the ground. 

“Ethan…” I quieldy knelt beside him, hugging him tightly, shouting to the others, “Someone, help! Quick” 

Before long, both Ethan and I were loaded into an ambulance. 

In the hospital, a female officer half–heartedly urged me to get examined while Erban was taken into the emergency room accompanied by the police chief. “Do you have any symptoms besides dizziness and headaches? Are you listening? 

“She seems to be in a daze. Let’s arrange for a few more tests.” 

I kept my gaze fixed on the emergency room door, my feelings in turmoil. It wasn’t until I heard the doctor call for additional tests that I snapped back to reality. I quickly shook my head, indicating that I was fine 

The doctor, still worried, asked me several more questions before finally concluding, “Nothing serious. You have some superficial wounds with no deep tissue damage. There’s a mild concussion; I’ll prescribe some medication for you.‘ 

I thanked the doctor and hurried out of the office toward the emergency room.