Chapter 18

Soon, the villa doors were opened. A tall and burly figure staggered out of the villa. Under the soft glow of the moonlight, Melanie could see Jeremy's pale face. He was clutching his abdomen with one hand, blood trickling through his fingers and turning his white shirt crimson. "Are you injured?" Melanie's voice was trembling as she reached out to hold him. Jeremy suddenly gripped her wrist and questioned her, his voice hoarse. "Who told you to come?" Melanie looked away without explaining herself, then replied calmly, "Get your injury treated. I'll deal with Zachary." Upon hearing that, Jeremy forcibly pulled her behind him. He didn't even notice that his wound had torn open. "Zachary has lost his mind. If you go in now, you'd just be walking into his trap." "Jeremy, trust me. I'll protect myself." Melanie held Jeremy's blood-stained fingers and gave them a gentle squeeze. At the same time, a man in black urged, "Ms. Lloyd, now that you've seen him, can you go in already?"