Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 222

with the downfall of the Wiley family, Jack refused to accept defeat and wanted to drag me down with him.

What a joke! That was never going to happen.

1 gritted my teeth and rushed into a nearby building. There were still people present, seemingly engaged in a meeting. When I entered, they were momentarily shocked, but when Jack burst in with a knife, everyone was left in a state of panic Screams and chaos erupted in an instant.

However, his focus was sharp-he was solely fixated on chasing me. After running for so long, I felt fatigue beginning to set in, especially when I finally stopped for a moment.

"Wretched girl, you should go down with the Wiley Group!" jack raved madly, clearly intent on dlling me.

As he lunged at me with the knife, I was about to run again when, suddenly, there was a loud crasti-he had been struck in the back by a chair. Stumbling, he instinctively swung the knife backward.

I watched in horror as the fruit knife sliced through the backof someone's hand. I looked up and was startled to see who it was

Ethent

he

my head, not wanting to dwell on

young men from the meeting stepped forward to restrain

to say to him, should I express surprise that he was here, or just thank

His reaction

say, my voice steady. After all, I was the one being clased; I pulled out my phone

I had to take Ethan to the hospital to prevent any potential infection from his wound. On the way, we remained silent, neither of us

the doctor. The doctor examined Ethan's wound

injured

some medication and a bandage. Keep it dry

looked skeptically at both

by my doubt. "The wound isn't deep; it only broke the surface, and it just oozed

scabe

at all. In