Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 140

In the thick darkness of the forest, a figure was staggering, his every movement a lestament to his desperation. He was wounded; his clothes torn and bloodstained, his face etched with fear to raw that it could freeze the blood of even the warmest of earth. Heavy beads of sweat poured down his face, wetting his shirt, and this cold night's air did little to ease the heat coursing wildly through his veins. His breathing came in heavy, ragged gasps, but he fought to quit them, biting his lip to the point of bleeding. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig, made him shiver. His heart was pounding violently against his ribcage, and his lungs felt on fire.

He had been running for hours, his legs trembling with exhaustion and pain, yet he dared not stop. He knew that if he did, it would be the end. The men chasing him were relentless-Annie's order was clear.

His life, fragile as it was now, hung by a thread, and he couldn't let it snap, not yet..

He could hear his pursuers closing in. The sound of their boots as they stepped on small twigs of trees and their harsh voices calling out to each other pierced the night like a knife. Jim pressed himself against the trunk of a massive tree, his chest heaving as he struggled to control his breaths.

One of his trembling hands rose to his mouth as his wide eyes darted through the shadows. Fear clawed at his gut; his heart racing so wildly it felt like it might burst. His mind yelled at him to run, but he stilled himself, blending into the darkness as best he could. The footsteps drew closer, then the blinding beams of flashlights swept across the forest and missing him by mere inches.

Jim froze, his body rigid as the men passed by, their voices echoing in the night. He could hear their frustration as they searched, oblivious to the fact that their prey was mere feet away

sign that the coast was clear. After what seemed like an eternity, their voices started fading away. At last,

he forced himself to move. The forest

along, he saw a moving vehicle and, with a bit of deliberation, signalled to it to stop, asking for help. His voice was hoarse and dry. The car came to a screeching stop, and the driver, somewhat taken aback by his injured appearance,

his mind raced with the crazy incident that had led him to safety. The bomb that had exploded

level of police swarming the area delayed Annie's hit men who were

as far as his injured body could carry him. And now, against all odds, he was alive. Unbeknownst to Annie, her well-thought-out plan had just failed. Jim

Inside the sterile walls of Blackthorn Hospital, the surgeons had finally finalized the

had to be replaced within 30

office, his face alight with a smile trimmediately caught Alexander's attention. In his hands, he clutched the test results, the papers trembling with excitement. "Sir, Kevin began,

heart pounding in his chest, though he didn't show it. For the first time in hours, a glimmer of hope pierced through the dark cloud that had enveloped him. It seems fate was offering