Giselle froze for a moment at the brutal scene. Her heart stopped for a moment.
"Run!" Donovan shouted at her with all his might.
"No."
She looked at him—blood all over his mouth, wounds across his body—and she couldn't bring herself to flee alone.
"Run! You must run! If you don't, we'll both die!" he shouted, clinging desperately to Teddy's legs.
Teddy couldn't break free and, enraged and humiliated, pounded Donovan on the head viciously.
He was right. If she didn't run, they would both die.
After an agonizing debate, she turned and fled toward the fishing boat, running as fast as she could, terrified she might collapse from illness before she reached it.
At the same time, the second thug—wounded by Donovan—dragged himself after her but couldn't run fast due to his injuries.
Donovan, somehow finding strength he didn't know existed, held Teddy by his legs fast. Even if he was about to be beaten to death, he would use his last breath to buy Giselle time to escape.
Fortunately, Giselle quickly hopped on the boat that the fishermen had moored on the shore.
What was better, she knew how to handle those diesel-powered fishing boats. By the time the second thug reached the shoreline, she'd already started the engine and was pulling away.
Once clear of the dock, she glanced back and saw Donovan being kicked to the ground by Teddy, who was raining merciless blows and kicks on him.
Donovan's face was smeared with blood.
Tears streamed down her face at that desperate sight. Her heart felt as if it were being torn apart, and her whole body shook uncontrollably. Still, she had to open the throttle and speed away from the island along the return route.


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