Chapter 130
Tears blurred my vision as I watched Claude, wielding a baseball bat like a modern-day knight, bravely fighting off three thugs who had us cornered.
It felt like a victory.
Claude had come to my rescue in this life, heroic and unwavering, and suddenly, I felt a sense of peace wash over me.
I struggled to my feet, desperate to escape, but one of the thugs noticed. He grabbed my hair and threw me against a nearby pillar, my stomach slamming hard against the unforgiving concrete. Pain shot through me, drenched in cold sweat.
And there was Kate, in the corner, cackling like a witch out of some dark fairy tale.
I curled up, praying for Claude to win this impossible fight. But as Claude fell, beaten down, Kate’s laughter pierced the air, “Saving her means risking your life. Is it really worth it?” Was it really worth it?
“Claire, it’s worth it.” Claude, kneeling on one knee, looked up at me through gritted teeth.
Then, a thug struck her head, and she collapsed in front of me.
The debt of a past life’s rescue repaid in this moment.
I was frozen in shock.
The thugs, triumphant, began to advance on us, crudely tearing at my clothes in front of Claude.
Claude crawled towards me, “Claire p>
“Claude, you should have saved me in our past life,” I said with a bitter laugh, wondering if this cycle of kidnapping could have been avoided.
And then, at the last second, the place was flooded with red laser dots aimed at the thugs’ heads.
The factory door was kicked open, and a swarm of SWAT officers surrounded them.
As I was losing consciousness, a jacket was gently wrapped around me, and I was lifted into someone’s arms.
I tried to open my eyes to see my savior, but I was overwhelmed by a familiar, comforting scent. I knew I was safe.
As I drifted off, I saw Claude being helped up, looking at me, “Claire…Claire p>
In this life, Claude chose me.
Yet, I wasn’t overjoyed, just relieved to say goodbye to the pain of my past life.
But then, a sharp pain in my stomach made me curl up and cry out weakly for help, “Save my baby, please. Will it die like before?
Crying, I lost consciousness.
QUMS
When I awoke, the sterile smell of disinfectant surrounded me.
I sat up abruptly, touching my stomach, and my gaze met Max’s.
He was there, checking on me with a clipboard in hand, surrounded by colleagues.
Before anyone could speak, I
“My bo him, clutching his sleeve,
have
Is it still there? Does it
a heartbeat?” Content Belongs
Max frowned slightly, gesturing for the others to leave, then pulled me close.
“Another nightmare p>
His tone was gentle, but how could he think it was just a nightmare?
“No, I have a baby. Show me the medical file!” I pushed him away, grabbing the file from his hands.
He watched with furrowed brows as I flipped through the pages.
“I’ve arranged for a psychologist to
see you,” he said, looking at me with the concern reserved for a patient with deep psychological wounds.
“You don’t believe me? I really have a baby, I just p>
My eyes caught the words on the medical file, and I froze.