Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1030: No police

"Hey! It's me — shit! Are you okay?"

That question was probably the dumbest thing Patricia had heard today. Did she look okay? Did she look fine? Even though she hadn't seen herself in the mirror, she knew her physical state was a giveaway.

She wasn't fine.

She was scared to death.

Her entire body was in pain and shaking. Her bones felt as soft as tofu, and her heart kept pounding against her chest - it felt like she would faint any second.

But, alas, tears began to coat her eyes as the face before her slowly grew clearer.

Angel.

Her bleeding lips quivered as she bit them, sniffing hard as tears continued to fall down her cheeks. She clasped his arm as tightly as she could as if making sure this was real. She wanted to make sure this wasn't just an illusion — someone had come to save her.

"Ah, shit..." Angel breathed out in irritation, his eyes falling on her exposed shoulders and slightly torn dress. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, taking off his jacket and tossing it over her. "Put that on first. The police are already on their way here."

Angel studied her face for a moment before pushing himself up. For him, what he had done was already enough. He had given her a jacket to cover what she needed to cover. He had to go outside and wait for the police to arrive. But just as he turned his back on her and took a step, he felt a tug on his leg.

"Huh?" Looking back and down, his brows furrowed.

"Please don't go," she begged quietly, his jacket still draped over her head. "Please don't leave."

"I'm not leaving. Did you hear what I said? I'm going outside to wait for the police. You can stay here or come with me, but it's cold. I don't think you'd want to be idling outside in that dress."

eyes shining as she held

now, she was like a puppy, shaking in

now milder. When she shook her head, he

a little more and shook her

tempted to kick her hand away. But seeing the scrape on her knuckles and the bruises on her arms,

every degree, but Angel

her hand like she was a puppy. When she finally let go, he shouted, "I'll

jogged out of the room while Patricia squeezed herself into the corner. As she did so, the jacket he had casually tossed to her fell to her side. Looking at it and then

her mind, her eyes locked on the door. 'Forty-three... Forty-six...

heard footsteps approaching. Using his jacket, she held it

was someone other than

before stepping in, as if anticipating her screams. Angel slowed down and peeked through the door.

peek his head in first made her exhale a jagged breath. With that, he walked in and stopped a few meters away. Angel rested his back against the wall before sliding down until his bottom hit the floor. He

will be here any minute," he said, glancing at his wristwatch to check how much longer until they arrived. "Since

bit. A shallow

he thought, shaking his head as he looked away from her. 'She wouldn't listen to Penny, no matter what. I wonder if Penny knew this would happen. That's why she

Angel slowly looked back at her, only to

about the police?" he asked. "They're

"I don't want it."

at

don't want to be in the news," she meekly stuttered. "My... family can't

actually this dumb.' Angel couldn't help but scoff inwardly. 'Even in this situation,

they'll need a statement, alright? Otherwise,

shaking her

tongue across his inner cheek, studying the eager look in her