"Ahhhhhhhh——"
In that instant before Loomis Hughes' hand could touch her, she screamed in fear, "Isaac, Isaac..."
"What's wrong?"
"What happened?"
Chaos erupted outside.
Tiana Thorne seized the moment of Loomis Hughes' shock and panic, lifted her leg, and kicked hard, sneering coldly, "Go be childless, scum!"
Loomis Hughes was in so much pain that veins bulged on his forehead, his hands clutching his injury, his face flushed, barely able to breathe.
Tiana Thorne pulled open the bed curtains, her eyes filled with tears, her clothes disheveled, stumbling as she escaped from the bed, crying, "He really was going to rape me..."
Isaac almost flew over, simultaneously shedding his suit jacket to drape over her thin shoulders.
The faint scent of mint enveloped her, the jacket still carrying Isaac's warmth, making her feel comforted inside.
Then she heard Isaac say, "Wait for me."
"Okay." Tiana nodded, tears on her cheeks, her disheveled state evoking sympathy.
