Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 174

Hamilton's face was ashen, particularly when he saw Natalia, half-drenched in her own blood. His expression was icy, like a layer of frost had settled over his features.

As his gaze lifted to meet Graham, who was hotfooting it in their direction, his eyes seemed capable of murder. Graham had never expected to run into Hamilton here of all places. But before he could pivot and flee, Hamilton's foot shot out, connecting squarely with his chest. Graham coughed up blood and crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

Natalia's legs were jelly, her neck wound still oozing. She looked back at Graham's limp form, then clutched at her throat, her voice quivering as she whispered, "Thank you," to Hamilton.

Hamilton's eyes narrowed, and a cold laugh escaped him. "Natalia, you've got a lot more to thank me for!" Without another word, he scooped her up in his arms.

Natalia began to struggle. "Hamilton, let me go! I can walk on my own!" She hadn't forgotten that she was now Ryan's girlfriend. And here she was, in the arms of another man-what would people think?

But Hamilton was resolute, refusing to release her. Tears welled in Natalia's eyes. "Please, I'm begging you, okay?"

mid-stride, looking down at the woman in his arms, only to realize her tears were already falling. A pang of pain jabbed at his heart. "Can't

Fowler, this is inappropriate." Her demeanor was as normal as it could be, a stark contrast to

lips were a tight line. After a moment, she finally spoke. "Hamilton,

what? I saved you today, not this Ryan character!" Natalia's eyes held a complex mix of emotions as she looked at Hamilton. "Hamilton, I've told you, I don't joke about feelings. Loyalty is the bare minimum in a relationship." Hamilton's Adam's apple bobbed, his face betraying a flicker of discomfort. Natalia's gaze swept over his face.

she turned, clutching her bleeding neck, and limped away. Hamilton watched her retreating figure, the ache in his chest spreading. He wanted to pull her back, to ask her if she truly felt nothing. Could someone devoid of emotion kneel for a whole day and

approached her, crouching in front of her. "I won't carry you, but what about a piggyback? At this pace, you'll bleed out

already feeling the cold grip of blood loss, her head spinning. Despite the severity of her condition, she insisted, "I can walk." It

protests, Hamilton hoisted her onto his back. "Natalia, now's not the time for pride." She stiffened in his hold, the situation feeling incredibly awkward, but she ceased her struggles and changed the subject. "Just make sure Graham is taken care of." "You're worried about him now?" Her lips were a firm line. "I have questions for him." Hamilton's brow furrowed. "Someone will take care of him." With that, he glanced back at the blood-stained figure of Natalia. Despite the crimson smears on her face,

he'd been this close to her? Even just carrying her stirred something within him, though he knew it was beastly to feel such things at a time like this. He

I'm cold, and I feel dizzy." Realizing her symptoms were signs of severe blood loss, Hamilton picked up the pace. "Natalia, stay awake. Talk to me." Through the haze,

in Hamilton's jaw. After Natalia had hung up on him earlier, he had intended to find her, but a call from Eveleen had derailed his plans. The woman was in hysterics, refusing treatment, leaving him no choice

come for Eveleen. "Can't it just be a coincidence? Let's talk about something else."