Facade of Love

Chapter 270 A Rash Defense

In no time at all, Charlie’s face was sporting a new set of colorful bruises.

Charlie was not about to just roll over. After taking that hit, he threw one right back at Idris with equal force. In a heartbeat, the two guys were locked in a full–on scrap. Neither was known for pulling punches, but it looked like they were both out for blood, going at it violently. I stood there, stunned for a few seconds, before spinning around to Officer Jackson with a look of sheer panic. “Officer Jackson, you’ve got to do something to break it up!”

Officer Jackson just watched the two go at it, not saying a word. Instead, he gestured to a chair that had been pulled out and said, “Ms. Scott, have a seat.”

He even offered me a cup of water, which I barely noticed as I was too busy staring at the two men, now both looking pretty roughed up.

“Don’t worry, we’re at the police station. They’ll be fine,” Officer Jackson finally spoke up. Mr. Young knows what he’s doing.”

My worry was evident. Watching them go back and forth, it was clear Idris was getting the better of Charlie, who was visibly struggling. His face was swelling up where Idris had hit him, and then there was his leg…

It hit me all at once that Charlie was still recovering from a recent car accident. As I saw Idris’s foot swing towards Charlie’s leg, I did not think twice. I ran forward, yelling at the top of my lungs, “Stop… Ouch!”

It was pure reflex, the yelling and the blocking.

I realized I had done something incredibly dumb. Idris’s foot was meant for Charlie’s shin, but it found my waist instead. I had darted out so fast, he could not pull back in time. Just like that, I was on the ground, no harm intended. The ache wrapped around my middle, stealing

“Yvette!”

“Ms. Scott!‘

first, followed

side in a flash, cradling me close. His hands fluttered around, wanting to check for injuries but not sure where

a hospital,” he

subsiding a little. “I’m

I could not help but wince, and he shot Idris a look so

silent, his face a storm of anger and regret. He

reached out to take me, Idris dodged him, his

hurt her, and you think you can still

a low

knew Idris had not meant it, and as the pain eased off a bit more, I found the strength to say, looking at them

Idris’s arms, I found him reluctant to let go. I met his gaze, firm yet gentle.

say a word, Charlie quickly grabbed me from Idris’s arms. He yanked me up so fast that I accidentally pulled at the sore spot on my waist where I had been kicked, and I could not