Take Back All She Lost novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138

“Then I’ll tell you again: I’m divorced.”

Zachery: “…”

The car stopped in the underground garage.

Zachery walked over to the passenger seat, unfastened Josephine’s seatbelt, and scooped her

in his arms to carry her to the elevator.

up

Josephine kept repeating, “I’m divorced, did you know? Dr. Maynard, I’m divorced!”

“You’ve said that eight hundred times already,” Zachery said helplessly.

For most people, divorce is just a decision that two people make together without much fuss.

But for Josephine, it was a desperate struggle, a bloody battle. These past two months had been especially hard on her.

Zachery didn’t know the passcode to Josephine’s home.

Josephine had previously disabled the facial recognition feature.

Zachery had no choice but to set Josephine down, take her hand, and try each of her fingers one by one.

He tried five times, but each attempt was wrong.

The door lock was now disabled, and they would have to wait five minutes before trying again.

Zachery picked her up again and carried her to his own place, gently laying Josephine on his bed.

Josephine’s face was flushed, her fair cheeks tinged with red, and her hair was scattered messily.

Zachery leaned over and helped tidy up her stray hair.

He asked softly, “Are you feeling uncomfortable? I’ll get you some honey water.”

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Josephine didn’t answer. Her peach blossom eyes glanced sideways, looking at Zachery in a dazed, dreamy way.

Zachery’s calm heart skipped a beat.

Josephine grabbed Zachery’s arm and suddenly burst into tears.

“Mom… Mom, I miss you so much. I’m sorry, it was my fault.”

Zachery was a little speechless at being mistaken for her mother, but Josephine’s tears wouldn’t stop, and even his own breathing felt painful.

Josephine cried herself to sleep.

Zachery knew Josephine needed rest and shouldn’t be disturbed

any further.

He took off her shoes and socks for her, and used warm water to wipe her face.

After that, he pulled up a chair to sit by the bed, his deep gaze fixed on Josephine lying there.

He recalled the first time they met…

Because of a family feud, he was surrounded and attacked by eight men under his second uncle’s command.

Two of them were armed with guns.

Alone and not daring to take risks, he ran toward the luxury shopping mall.

There were lots of people there, and police officers patrolled the area.

No matter how reckless his uncle’s men were, they wouldn’t dare fire a gun there, so his chances of survival would be higher.

Unfortunately, before he could reach the mall, he was chased into an alley.

The alley was close to the main street, so the men didn’t dare use their guns and instead came at him with knives.

At that time, he was only seventeen, just grown to his full height, skinny as a bamboo pole- he could handle fighting three or four people.

But against eight well–trained, burly young men, he was no match.

After ten minutes of grappling, his body was riddled with bloody wounds, and he collapsed

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on the ground, unable to move.

Four men who were still standing walked toward him.

In the moonlight, those men looked as cold and terrifying as grim reapers.

He thought this time, he was surely doomed.

The man in front raised his knife at him, and just as he resigned himself and closed his eyes, a black backpack flew from behind, striking the knife–wielder on the back of the head.

A clear, loud female voice rang out: “There’s a murder! Can someone call the police…”

Many people, unable to contain their curiosity, came to the mouth of the alley for a look, then fled in terror.

Only that girl stood firmly at the entrance of the alley, her stubborn, cool determination a stark contrast to the panicked, fleeing crowd.

The moonlight was hazy, and he couldn’t see her face clearly.

He only saw that she was wearing a pair of black Martin boots as she walked into the alley.

He struggled to wave her away, signaling for her to leave and not come closer to risk her life. Maybe the girl didn’t see, or maybe she saw and deliberately ignored him.

The men said, this chick looks pretty good, keep her alive.

Then all four of them went at her together.

The girl was remarkably skilled, her ponytail flying as she fought. Some fine sand got into his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the men had already left at the sound of police sirens.

The girl picked up her bag and gazed at him for a while.

She took out a tissue, squatted down, and rather roughly wiped the blood from his face.

“You’re safe now.”

She said this forcefully, her actions just as forceful. But it was precisely this strength that allowed her to take up residence in his heart…

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