Chapter 242
On the other side of the ring, Thurston walked over to where Kingsley was slumped against the ropes. His brow furrowed in a probing look.
“Is this another sympathy play p>
Kingsley gripped the corner post. The world was spinning around him, and even his voice sounded dangerously weak. “A sympathy play… only works if someone actually cares p>
Down on the floor, Lucy hadn’t spared him a single glance. Seeing the match paused, she marched straight up into the ring and walked over to Wyatt’s side.
Ethan followed her up. He looked at Kingsley first, his tone laced with exasperation. “How are you holding up p>
“I’m incredibly dizzy,” Kingsley managed, wincing in pain and hissing through his teeth “And a little nauseous p>
“Kingsley, are you tired of living?” Ethan cursed in annoyance, pulling out his phone to dial 911.
Hanging up, he turned to Wyatt, who looked completely unfazed. Unable to stop himself, Ethan kicked him in the leg.
“Are you looking for a death wish? You were hitting him without any restraint p>
Lucy immediately stepped in front of Wyatt, shielding him. Her expression turned frigid. “Is he crippled? Is he dying p>
Ethan met her gaze, realizing just how hardened this woman’s heart had become. “If they kept going, he wouldn’t be far from crippled,” he replied, fighting for patience.
He paused, swallowing his irritation before adding,
“Whatever bad blood you have with Kingsley, you’d better leave innocent people like Wyatt out of it p>
Though Kingsley was dizzy and nauseous, he wasn’t deaf.
Hearing Ethan’s accusation, he grabbed the plastic water bottle next to him and hurled it straight at Ethan’s back. His voice was hoarse with weakness but heavy with hostility.
“This has nothing to do with her. Get the hell out of here p>
The bottle nailed Ethan in the back. He gasped in pain and spun around to glare at Kingsley. “Go ahead, keep protecting her! One day you’ll lose your life over it, and she still won’t give a damn p>
His words struck a nerve with Wyatt, who stepped up to meet Ethan’s furious gaze. “Ethan! My fight with Kingsley is strictly between him and me. It has absolutely nothing to do with Lucy, so don’t you dare blame her p>
“Look me in the eye and tell me it has nothing to do with her!” Ethan scoffed, his tone uncompromisingly harsh. “Go home and think about what you’ve done p>
Lucy wasn’t stupid; she knew a huge part of why Wyatt had fought Kingsley was to avenge her. Ignoring the argument between the brothers; she looked at Ethan. Her voice was flat but absolute.
“I’ll cover Kingsley’s medical bills p>
With that, she turned on her heel and headed out of the boxing gym, never once looking back at the man bleeding on the mat.
Wyatt quickly followed, chasing after her retreating figure.
Thurston walked up to Ethan and delivered a sharp punch to his shoulder, frowning in reprimand.
“Are you out of your mind? They agreed to this fight on their own. What does that have to do with Lucy? You can’t just run your mouth like that p>
“I Ethan rubbed his aching shoulder, his defiance crumbling.
“I spoke without thinking p>
Regret washed over him the second the words were out. Thurston was right. It
wasn’t her fault; Wyatt was the one who insisted on the match.
Nearby, Kingsley fought back a wave of vertigo. His eyes were icy as he warned. If you can’t keep your mouth shut next time, you can kiss the funding for your research projects goodbye p>
“I was just looking out for you p>
Ethan instantly felt wronged. He turned to Kingsley, a hint of helplessness in his tone.
“Haven’t you noticed? She’s way too calm. You’re beaten to a pulp, and she didn’t even spare you a second glance p>
Thurston saw the situation with crystal clarity and brutally stated the facts.
“You can’t blame anyone else for this. He dug his own grave. Back then, Lucy was
head over heels for him, and he took her for granted p>
Kingsley closed his eyes. His voice was as soft as a sigh, dripping with self- deprecation. “Yeah. I brought this on myself p>
The moment he finished speaking, a violent wave of nausea surged up his throat.
He abruptly turned his head and dry-heaved.
Ethan rushed forward, rubbing his back frantically. “Alright, alright, shut up! If you keep talking, you’re going to die right here before the
ambulance even shows up p>
Carefully, he guided Kingsley down until he was lying flat on the canvas. “Just stay
down and don’t move p>