Chapter 67
Yanina sternly asked, but the blonde–haired man just kept wailing and didn’t respond
Cameron didn’t waste any words either. Just like Yanina, he picked up a piece of broken glass from the ground and gave each of the thugs in the room a slash across the face.
Yanina glanced at the blonde–haired man’s leg. He had just used that leg to step on Yetta. But before she could act, Cameron kicked it hard. With a sharp crack sound, Yanina knew the man’s leg was broken.
After delivering the kick, Cameron looked down at Yanina. “Leave the rest to me. You take her to the hospital.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make them regret ever coming into this world! Cameron said coldly.
Yanina nodded, her eyes red with anger, and helped Yetta up. “Yetta, I’m taking you to the hospital. Besides your face, where else are you hurt?”
Yetta pointed to her ribs, wincing in pain. It seemed like they were broken.
Just as Yanina was about to help her, Zak suddenly rushed in, his face dark. He bent down and scooped Yetta up into his arms. Zak looked up, and Yanina could see the anger in his eyes. Boss, I’ll take Yetta to the hospital. Leave these scum to me!” he said before quickly walking out. Yanina followed closely behind.
On the way to the hospital, Yanina drove while Zak held Yetta tenderly, his face full of concern
After several examinations, it was confirmed that Yetta had a fractured rib, along with various scrapes on her arms and legs. The wounds on her face were particularly severe, and the doctor said that even with cosmetic stitches, the chances of not leaving a scar were slim.
Hearing this, Zak punched the hospital wall, leaving two bloodstains on it.
“Do you care about the scar on her face? Yanina asked. During the entire ride, she could apparently see Zak’s feelings for Yetta. But men are visual creatures. If Yetta ended up with an ugly scar, Yanina wondered if Zak would still want her.
Zak lowered his head, remaining silent for a long time before finally saying, “I don’t care, but she will,”
if Zak
Hearing this, Yanina sighed. “Yes, every woman cares about her appearance. Even if Zak doesn’t mind. Yetta will fear holding him back and likely refuse to be with him, she thought.
When they were together, it was usually Yetta who took care of her more, always worrying about her. Sometimes, Yetta felt more like an elder to her, nagging and caring. Yanina owed Yetta so much.
“Why would she go to a place like that?” Zak frowned, looking at Yanina.
Yanina shook her head. She wanted to know that too.
While they were talking, the emergency room door creaked open
“Yetta, Yanina called out
“Yetta,” Zak also called in concern. They stood on either side of her and quickly moved to support her.
Yetta tried to smile at them, but the pain in her face was too much, turning her attempt into a grimace.
“Don’t speak, Yetta. We’ll talk when you’re feeling bener, Yanina comforted her. Tears welled up in Yetta’s eyes once again.
Zak stepped forward and spoke grimly, “Yetta, don’t worry. Not single one of those who hurt you will be spared. I’ll make them regret ever coming into this world!” His eyes burned with murderous intent.
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Chapter 67
Zak’s words echoed Cameron’s earlier, which didn’t surprise Yanina. But the deadly look in Zak’s eyes did. In her memory Zak had always been grade and good–natured, always with a smile on his face. She had never seen this murderous expression from him before.
The two of them wheeled Yetta back to her room. Fortunately, her fractured rib hadn’t damaged any internal organs. With a few months of rest and recovery, she would be fine.
Zak made all the arrangements for Yetta’s hospital stay, personally selecting a caregiver and making sure the hospital staff was well–informed before silently leaving his face still dark with anger
After he left, only Yanina and Yetta remained in the room. Yetta, I know you wouldn’t go to a place as chaotic as that. Did something happen?”
Yetta nodded, trying to speak, but her throat was too hourse. She pulled out her phone and typed out a message for Yanina I saw Christina and Callie together at the Weekend Pur. They were definitely plotting something against you
II followed them in, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, but those thugs blocked me and dragged me into a private
Those two are definitely up to no good. You need to be careful in the coming days. |
Yanina frowned deeply. As expected. Yetta had put herself in danger because of her. Yanina’s heart ached with guilt. She would rather have been the one whose face was slashed today thas see Yetta end up like this.
Callie! Christina! Yanina thought, denching her bats so tightly her nails dug into her skin. Anger flared in her eyes. She would not let this go. Yetta’s injuries would be repaid a hundredfaid
Yanina gently held Yetta’s right hand, not daring to hug her for fear of touching her wounds. “Yetta, don’t worry, I will definitely avenge you!” Yanina saad firmly
Yetta, recalling everything that had happened at the bar, hodded, then typed on her phone (Promie me you’ll protect yourself] She was worried about Vanina.
Yanina nodded. “Don’t worry. Those two are no match for me.
“As for those thugs, leave them to Zak. Let him take revenge for you”
At the mention of Zak. Yetta’s expression became slightly uneasy. From the first time she met Zak, he had been constantly attentive to her. Yetta knew it was initially because Zak wanted to keep her occupied, giving Cameron more time alone with Yanina. But over time, she wasn’t sure if Zaks feelings were genuine or not. Thinking back to how Zak had carried her earlier, she couldn’t help but feel touched. But now, with her face bandaged up. She was afraid of Zak seeing her like this
“Get some rest. Leave the rest to us,” Yanina said as she helped Ytra lie down and tucked her in. Once Yetta’s breathing steadied and she le asleep. Yanina lay down on the accompanying bed beside her. Though the night was long, sleep eluded her. Her mind kept racing, trying to figure out how to resolve this
Meanwhile, back at the Weekend Bar, Zak was going berserk, delivering punch after punch to the group of thugs. The mix of blood, urine, and alcohol on the floor emitted a nauseating stench
“Mr. Zamora, will this lead to trouble? Cameron’s assistant couldn’t help but remind him. If Zak kept going, someone might end up dead
Cameron shook his head, indicating it was fine. After Zak had beaten the thugs to exhaustion. Cameron finally spoke, Zak. ask them who’s behind this
Cameron’s voice was cold and clear, sending a chill through the hugs on the ground. They trembled, glancing nervously at one another. The blonde–haired man, who had suffered the worst beating, shakily pulled out his phone “Let us go. I’ll tell you everything, he stammered.
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