Chapter 868: Chapter 867
In a split second, he took a bullet in the back to shield Rosemary, pushing her behind a pillar for cover.
The bullet made his face contort in pain.
As for the other bullets, some grazed his clothes and some embedded in the concrete, but luckily none found their mark on him.
But the pain, from that single bullet that hit him, spread like wildfire through his flesh.
Breathless from a daring sprint up 18 flights of stairs, and having weaved through several goons on his way, he now stood in front of his sister, taking a bullet meant for her. The impact tore through the
stitches from his recent surgery, and blood slowly stained his white sweater; the spreading crimson bloom painted a grisly picture.
Steward saw Sean was hurt and immediately, along with his men, took out the shooters lurking in the shadows.
A few people with knives charged at them, only to be swiftly dealt with by Horace.
Rosemary stared at Sean with confusion. She did not understand why he had chosen to save her.
If it wasn’t for him catching the bullet for her, she would have been dead.
What was he playing at?
"Let’s go," Sean’s breath became heavy, his voice rough with pain as he grabbed his sister’s wrist and started to rush down the stairs.
Rosemary noticed his back was soaked with blood.
The bullet was still in his flesh.
Horace took down a few more assailants and quickly followed in their steps.
Steward, realizing they were running out of time, gave the order, and motioned for all his men to leave.
The clock of the bomb was ticking down.
The closer to the explosion, the more piercing the ticking became.
Sean, holding his sister’s wrist, had just sprinted a dozen yards from the abandoned building when a deafening boom erupted. The building collapsed like a house of cards into rubble, with smoke billowing and flames reaching to the sky. The earth shook, the blast hurling them through the air for yards.
To spare his sister from harm, Sean willingly chose to be a "human cushion." So, when Rosemary fell off,she didn’t hit to the ground, but on Sean.
The explosion rang out, sending rounds of shockwaves and piercing everyone’s ears.
Sean covered his sister’s ears to protect her from the relentless blasts.
Debris from the explosion flew towards them, and Sean reached out to deflect a piece of stone from hitting his sister.
Rosemary couldn’t work out why he kept saving her time and time again.
Once the shockwaves subsided, Horace scrambled up and ran towards Rosemary.
"Boss Rose, are you alright, Boss?"
He pulled Rosemary to her feet, and then saw Sean pinned beneath Rosemary, bloodied and pale, on the verge of passing out.
Yet, there was a strange smile on his lips.
What was with this guy?
What was there to smile about?
If Boss held him accountable for her landing on him, would they be in for more trouble later?
Steward, seeing the explosions had lessened, quickly got up and rushed towards Sean.
His men also got to their feet and followed Steward’s lead.
"Boss, we should get out of here. Sean’s in bad shape, and I bet his men will soon start blaming us."
They were already in hot water.
And now it looked like more trouble was brewing.
"If Martha’s people back home find out about this and target your family." Seeing Steward and his men closing in, Horace spoke urgently, "We need to get the surveillance footage to your family. It’s time to move."
Rose couldn’t understand the sudden shift in Sean’s attitude toward her, but seeing him injured like that, she couldn’t just stand by. She rolled up her sleeves, took a pill, and placed the pill directly into his
mouth.
"It’s for your own good," Rosemary said, standing up. She gave Sean a few concerned looks and,noticing Steward and his crew catching up to them, turned and walked away with Horace.
"Miss Rose, what did you give to Sean? Wait a moment."
The sound of Steward calling her "Miss Rose" made Rosemary and Horace exchange a worried glance,both realizing that things were probably more serious than they had thought.
They didn’t slow down, but ran faster.
When they were signing the deal for the island, Rosemary had used Horace’s name, so how did Steward know her real name?
Were they investigating her?
And if they found out that she was Rosemary, did that mean they had uncovered her identity back home.
What did they want?
Could they be planning to go after her family?
Steward, seeing her run, hastily ordered his men to give chase while he bent down beside Sean. "Hang in there, Sean, I’m getting you to the hospital."
He wanted to help Sean up, but seeing him in blood, he hesitated, afraid of causing him more pain.
As he lay on the ground, Sean’s vision blurred in and out of focus.
He saw his sister’s retreating figure. The urge to call out her name gripped him, yet his voice failed to emerge. As if he had lost his soul, his head was spinning dizzily.
When Sean threw himself to the ground, using his body as a cushion to protect his sister, his arms wrapped protectively around her. In doing so, his back and head had taken the full force of the fall.
Now, blood was also trickling from the back of his head.
As his sister moved further away, Sean noticed the injury on her arm. The bright red of her blood made his heart skip a beat. He opened his mouth to speak, but then darkness took over him.
"Sean, Sean." Steward panicked, calling for help.
"They’re definitely after us." Horace looked back and saw that Steward’s men were still hot on their heels. Luckily, he had called his people to come pick them up when they were escaping from the 18th
floor.
Suddenly, several black cars screeched to a halt in front of them.
"Get in, quick," Horace urged. "It’s our ride."
Rosemary opened the car door and slid in.
The car sped off, and Horace, not yet inside, shouted, "Hey, hey, I’m not in yet!"
He grabbed the passenger-side door and managed to squirm through the window as the car raced away.
"Don’t leave—" Steward’s men shouted from behind, "Come back with us."
Sean wanted to see her.
But she was already gone.
They could only pull their guns out, aiming to shoot the tires to force the car to stop, but the vehicle was moving too fast.
"Damn, they’re pulling guns. All this over a freaking island deal?" Horace panted, his words punctuated by gasps of air. As he caught his breath, he noticed Rosemary’s left arm was injured, blood seeping out.
"Boss Rose, you’re injured."
When did she get injured without him noticing?
"It’s nothing," Rosemary brushed it off casually.
Earlier, when Sean had yanked her down the stairs, bullets sliced the air around them. Her arm, entangled by Sean’s grip, lacked its usual agility to evade, resulting in a bullet grazing her.
Luckily, the bullet had not embedded itself in her flesh—as it had in Sean’s back. That bullet was undoubtedly lodged deep, likely requiring surgical extraction.
And as for the fall, it was Sean who had it rough. The harsh landing likely reopened the incision from his recent heart operation, which would require re-stitching.
Fortunately, these were all well within the hospital doctors’ expertise.
Nothing they couldn’t fix.