Chapter 191

A single slap left Cheryl speechless, her hand on her cheek as she stumbled to the side, too stunned to utter another word.

Wasyl, his face a patchwork of bruises, managed to pull himself up. Spotting his chance, he lunged like a sprinter into his car, gunned the engine, and sped off.

Cheryl, still shaking and clutching her face, watched Wasyl's car disappear into the distance. Panic- stricken, she took off after him, her voice laced with desperation, "Wasyl! Wasyl! Don't leave me! Wait up! I'm not even in the car yet! Wasyl, you jerk, how could you just ditch me like that?"

And with that, the ridiculous spectacle came to an end.

After his escape, Wasyl ended up in the hospital, enduring a lengthy bandaging process. When he finally emerged, he was a sorry sight—face battered, limbs swathed in bandages, one arm and one leg freshly cast, hobbling along.

"Damn that Eaden, he's like a rabid dog! I'm

a finger at Wasyl's nose, her voice a torrent of fury, "Wasyl, what's your deal? You just bail on me and take off? I tried to help you when they were beating you up, even got slapped for it, and you? You just drive away, leaving me there like I'm nothing,

had no patience for soothing Cheryl. He retorted, exasperated, "Cheryl, it wasn't like I planned to abandon you. You saw what happened—they were

those thugs were only after Wasyl. If she did not jump in, she would have been spared. She

got it all wrong. Honey, are you okay?

Cheryl touched his arm, sucking in air through clenched

Wafer? Ordering a beatdown without even showing his face? And that Makson, isn't he supposed to be on Wafer's

some mix-up with Mr. Eaden Wafer. I need to sort this out. However, first, please, get me home. I can barely stand

at the Stone family's cozy little home, the scene was much more peaceful. Liam, donned in an

red slap mark on her cheek. Without a word, she headed straight to her bedroom and shut herself

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