The Woman From Hell

Theo stopped mid-action and turned back to look at m e. He had an incredulous expression on his face that also carried anger and pain.

I regained my composure, and my blurry vision gradually recovered. It was only then I realized it was Theo whom I had just struck with the bat. I subconsciously hurled it aside and wailed, "He's going to die!"

Disappointment emerged on his face briefly, but the murderous intent in his eyes was clear. His irises were deep like bottomless pools of jet black. He parted his lips to speak but not a single word fell from the tip of his tongue.

Tyler lay motionless on the floor in a supine position.

I dared not linger another second by Theo's side, so I dashed over to Tyler and squatted down beside him, examining his injuries.

At present, he looked nothing like the handsome young man I knew. His lips were swollen to the size of sausages and not a single inch of his pale skin remained intact. Theo certainly did not go easy on him.

"Get up. I'll take you to the hospital." Amid my panic,

tears rolled down my face uncontrollably. I reached out in an attempt to help him up.

He slowly forced his eyes open and pulled his lips into a hideous smile. "Don't cry. I'm fine."

His strained smile tipped me over the edge and I burst out crying. "How can you say that you’re fine when you’re in this condition? Quick, get up. I’ll take you to the hospital."

Without caring about my own body, I tried my best to support his weight.

Theo strode forward and hauled me aside. In his deep voice, he instructed, "Leave him alone and come back with me!"

At that moment, I knew that his heart housed immense wrath. However, I could not simply abandon Tyler and leave him to fend for himself in this state. I whipped my head to look at Theo and roared, "How could he possibly be fine? Can't you see all the blood o n his face? Theo Grant, how can you be so cruel? You should’ve come at me if you're angry at me!"

He tossed me a cold glance. I could tell that the ball of fury he had been suppressing was about to erupt again.

Fearing that he would initiate a second round, I tugged at his shirt and pleaded, "Theo, I beg you! Leave him be. He’s almost dying.”

"Wandy... Don't beg him. I-I’m fine!” Tyler struggled to climb to his feet, but with every movement came a pang of pain that was accompanied by fresh blood gushing out of his mouth.

Fear consumed me. I tried my best to wriggle free from Theo's grasp, but I could only dream of surpassing him in strength. He clutched both my wrists tightly in one hand. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I was pissed. My brows were knitted together in a frown as I glared daggers at him. “Let go!"

He did not speak a word. Instead, he only showed me his terrifyingly icy gaze and tightened his grip on me.

Once again, Tyler shut his eyes. The way he was sprawled out on the floor unmoving did not make things seem optimistic. Without a second thought, I lowered my head and got ready to bite the back of Theo's hand. I peered up at him, signaling that I would bite him hard if he decided not to let go of me.

As I continued to sink my teeth into his skin, his eyes flickered but his calm expression remained. He did not spare a glimpse at his hand while he stared fixedly at me. “Is this what you really want?"

"You left me with no choice," I slurred.

"Very well. Don’t blame me for this." With a swift flip o f his palm, he pinched my lips between his thumb and pointer finger. Despite applying minimal force, the pain brought tears to my eyes.

Nonetheless, I gave it my all to endure it. Swallowing the cries that threatened to escape, I glared unblinkingly at him without a word.

Eventually, he still caved in and released his grip on m e.

As though spotting an oasis amid a desert, I latched onto him and howled bitterly, "Theo, I beg you to let m e go, please! I promise that I'll return as soon as I drop him off at the hospital. You can decide what to do with me then."

"You never cease to amaze me, Wanda Lane. Are you actually kneeling in front of your husband for the sake of another man? What do you view me as?" His rage peaked, and he gritted his teeth. His widened eyes were locked onto me.

Disregarding his annoyance, I took advantage of the opening to fling myself free. I fled over to Tyler, squatted down by his side, and lifted him into a halfseated position in my arms. Sobbing, I cooed, "Get up slowly. Let's go to the hospital."

From afar, Miss Woods ran over from inside the house. The scene stupefied her, but she quickly recovered and joined me in helping Tyler up.

With her help, we finally managed to prop Tyler onto his feet and lead him to his car one step at a time.

At that point, I no longer had the courage to meet Theo’s eyes. I turned to Miss Woods and muttered, " Miss Woods, thank you."

With that, I climbed into the driver's seat, started the engine, and steered the car downhill.

"Young Mistress, please be careful. Don't stay out too late..." Miss Woods called out with unrest from behind me.