Chapter 206
Chapter 206:
She made a mental note to maintain her distance from Jacob going forward. Yelena was already a constant irritation for him, and Bella didn’t need to lift a finger—Jacob’s obsession with eliminating Yelena would take care of that.
All Bella had to do was bide her time and wait for Yelena to vanish from the picture entirely.
But Jacob, relentless as ever, still found a way to steal a kiss.
Bella steeled herself, burying her discomfort deep inside. The moment she could, she slipped away, her heart racing with a mixture of revulsion and relief.
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Yelena stepped out of the company and sneezed unexpectedly, pausing for a moment as a flicker of irritation crossed her mind. Great. Someone must have been talking about her behind her back.
Trouble had a way of finding her, no matter how much she tried to steer clear of it.
Manipulative people, bizarre situations—they seemed to follow her like shadows. Today, apparently, was no exception.
As she rounded the corner on her way home, a commotion caught her eye. An elderly man lay sprawled on the pavement, his face twisted in agony.
His expensive, well-tailored suit suggested affluence, but he was alone, without a single companion to assist him. The old man’s face was twisted in agony, his eyes darting around desperately, silently pleading for someone—anyone—to help. Yet, despite the growing crowd surrounding him, no one stepped forward. Hesitation hung heavy in the air, driven by fear of scams or the risk of becoming entangled in someone else’s troubles. The onlookers exchanged uneasy glances, their concern evident, but not enough to compel action.
“Someone should call an ambulance,” one voice suggested.
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“It’s been called already, but it’ll take time to get here,” another replied.
The man’s condition worsened.
Yelena, however, wasted no time. Pushing through the murmuring onlookers, she knelt beside the man without a second thought. Her sharp eyes quickly assessed the situation—his pale complexion, rapid breathing, and visible distress spoke volumes.
“Sir, did you bring any medication with you?” she asked softly but firmly, her hands already helping him sit upright to ease his breathing.
The man struggled to reply, his voice barely audible.
“Forgot p>
Witnessing the old man’s critical state, Yelena acted without hesitation. She reached into her bag, retrieving a discreet bottle. With steady hands, she shook out a pill and gently coaxed him to take it.
This wasn’t an over-the-counter remedy—it was a specialized formula of her own creation, designed precisely for emergencies like this.
As the pill began to take effect, a visible change washed over the man. Warmth spread through his chest, the tension in his features eased, and the pallor in his complexion softened. His ragged breaths grew steadier, and the panic that had gripped him moments ago began to dissipate. His eyes fluttered open, gratitude flickering in their depths.
The onlookers, however, were less convinced.
“What is she doing? Giving him medication without knowing the situation? That’s reckless p>