Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222 

with the downfall of the Wiley family, Jack refused to accept defeat and wanted to drag me down with him. 

What a joke! That was never going to happen. 

1 gritted my teeth and rushed into a nearby building. There were still people present, seemingly engaged in a meeting. When I entered, they were momentarily shocked, but when Jack burst in with a knife, everyone was left in a state of panic 

Screams and chaos erupted in an instant. 

However, his focus was sharp–he was solely fixated on chasing me. After running for so long, I felt fatigue beginning to set in, especially when I finally stopped 

for a moment. 

“Wretched girl, you should go down with the Wiley Group!” jack raved madly, clearly intent on dlling me. 

As he lunged at me with the knife, I was about to run again when, suddenly, there was a loud crasti–he had been struck in the back by a chair. 

Stumbling, he instinctively swung the knife backward. 

I watched in horror as the fruit knife sliced through the backof someone’s hand. I looked up and was startled to see who it was 

Ethent 

What was he doing here? 

I shook my head, not wanting to dwell on it. 

After Erhan intervened, several strong young men from the meeting stepped forward to restrain Jack. They knocked the fruit knife out of his hand. 

“You..” I didn’t know what to say to him, should I express surprise that he was here, or just thank him? 

“Ugh-“Erhan inhaled sharply. His reaction snapped me back to reality. 

“Thank you, “1 managed to say, my voice steady. After all, I was the one being clased; I pulled out my phone to call the police. 

The officers arrived quickly, taking jack away, and I had to take Ethan to the hospital to prevent any potential infection from his wound. On the way, we remained silent, neither of us speaking. 

At the hospital, we registered and saw the doctor. The doctor examined Ethan’s wound and paused, asling. “What happened? This cut is so clean.” 

Ethan replied. “I was injured by a fruit knife.” 

The doctor nodded. “That’s nothing serious. Just needs some medication and a bandage. Keep it dry until it heals” 

“Is it really that simple? I looked skeptically at both him and the doctor. 

The doctor chuckled, unfazed by my doubt. “The wound isn’t deep; it only broke the surface, and it just oozed a bit of blood. It’s not scary at all. Nothing to worry about.** 

Heading that, I looked