Unfinished Business with You novel

Chapter 1092 A Stroke of Bad Luck

Meanwhile, Azalea had finally left the hospital. There were no tears, but she appeared utterly dejected as if her very essence had been drained away. Her eyes bore an emptiness, lacking any trace of emotions.

I'm left with nothing now. He's completely gone from my life. Perhaps even the slightest trace of gratitude he had for me saving his life has turned into disgust. Olivia is one lucky woman! She's got all four kids under her wing. Honestly, there's nothing to envy about her having those kids. The real catch is that they all belonged to Eugene! That's what really gets me envious. I can't believe that they have four children! Who on earth could ever separate them now?

As Azalea reflected on her foolish decision to assist them with a paternity test, a heavy basketball suddenly came crashing into her back.

Caught off guard, she stumbled ahead and barely managed to keep herself from faceplanting.

Infuriated, she swiftly turned around to confront the person responsible for hurling the ball at her. However, before she could even catch a glimpse of the culprit, another basketball hurtled toward her again.

This time, the ball smacked her right in the stomach.

As she struggled to recover from the pain in her stomach, yet another ball barreled straight toward her face.

Thump!

right into her nose, causing an instant surge of pain that left her head spinning. She stumbled backward, taking several unsteady steps before losing her balance and tumbling to the ground. Instinctively, she propped herself up with her elbows but

from buildings and people, there was nothing else around. Up ahead, there was just a street with no sign of anyone who could be responsible for the attacks. "Who? Show yourself if you've got the

to her challenge. The onlookers stared at her as

Azalea seemed to finally realize her disheveled state. As she used her hand to support herself and tried to crawl up from the ground, something unexpected came pouring down on her from

by a vivid substance, and her hand aimlessly wiped away the

Whose

down from all directions. Overwhelmed by the intense pain, she hastily protected her head with

Sneaking attacks from the shadows isn't impressive at all!"

her rant. The marbles kept coming relentlessly, and it seemed as if they had a mind of their own, always finding their mark on her precisely. She couldn't defend

with not a single part of her body spared from the throbbing

that she couldn't just stand there and be a moving target. Ignoring the pain of marbles hitting her body, she struggled

Little did she know…