Chapter 19 Is It All Because They Touched You?
"Ethan!" William's furious shout drew the attention of the approaching police officers.
Seeing Ethan and his team rushing over, William quickly took off his trench coat and draped it over the terrified Thalia to keep her covered.
Normally, Thalia would have praised William for this, but today, she was scared of him.
In a swift motion, the kidnapper’s shoulder was slashed, blood spurting out instantly. The speed and precision of William’s knife left no room for struggle.
Was William really as the rumors said? Did he have influence in both the underworld and the legal world? Was he a top lawyer who constantly tested the boundaries of the law?
Was this how the legend of the outlaw William came to be?
"What the hell!" Ethan arrived with his team, only to find the kidnapper writhing on the ground.
"William, did you do this?!" Ethan glared at William, his mouth twitching.
"His business, you ask me?" William glanced at Ethan, brushed the dust off his clothes, and walked over to pick up Thalia.
"Are you insane? You saved her, but you nearly broke his arm!" Ethan was exasperated, scratching his head and shouting at William’s back.
"Do you think just because he touched Thalia, you had to break his arm?"
"William..."
"William..."
"Outlaw..." Ethan was at his wit’s end.
Even if it was self-defense, they had to treat the kidnapper’s injuries before interrogation.
William placed Thalia in the car, closed the door, and looked back at the frantic Ethan. "He just extorted two million dollars from me. Make sure he coughs it up."
"And let me know which prison he ends up in."
If he didn’t mess with him, he wouldn’t be William.
Ethan: "You’re crazy! You spend money, you put in effort, and you break arms. William, have you lost your mind? Just because Thalia pursued you for a few days, you think you’re something special? Is it worth it to get blood on your hands for Thalia? William... I’m not done talking!"
"Enough!" Daniel pulled Ethan aside. "You can shout all you want, he won’t listen."
The car’s heater was on full blast.
Thalia, wrapped in William’s coat, shivered in the passenger seat.
She closed her eyes, her mind filled with images of William fighting.
Back in school, people said William was not to be messed with, but no girl believed it. How could such a refined and elegant man be dangerous?
The girls thought he was a fallen noble. Why fallen? Because only two kinds of people got into Emerald City High: the very wealthy or the very smart.
And William was the top of the smart group.
How could a good student be dangerous?
Thalia never believed it until today.
William turned on the music, a soothing melody playing softly from the speakers.
"If you’re tired, get some sleep."
"Is it true?"
"What’s true?"
"You broke his arm because he touched me."
William’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. Was it? He didn’t know. At that moment, seeing Thalia on the brink of death, all he could think was she couldn’t die. When the kidnapper insulted her, William felt that the body he had carefully kissed was sullied by those words.
Her pure skin, her curvaceous figure, her toned waist, her slim arms—all places he had kissed...
Almost defiled.
William felt Thalia was right; he was like a dog, not allowing anyone to touch what he had claimed.
In scientific terms, this was territorial behavior.
Thalia was already part of his territory.
William chuckled coldly. “Thalia, I’ve done many things. Do you think it’s all because they touched you?”
Thalia scoffed. “William, keep lying! One day, I’ll make you kneel and beg me.”
At the hospital...
William parked at the entrance.
He gallantly opened the passenger door, but before Thalia could appreciate his chivalry, she extended her hand, waiting for him to carry her.
Instead, he dismissed her.
“Walk yourself.”
Thalia’s outstretched hand froze mid-air.
Fine, fine, fine, she’d walk. She had run here, after all. Walking was nothing.
Thalia, draped in William’s coat, stepped out barefoot, leaving bloody footprints with each step.
At the entrance to the emergency room, a passing doctor saw her and exclaimed, “What’s wrong with you? Your girlfriend’s feet are bleeding, and you let her walk? Any stranger would carry her!”
William: ...
“William?”
What did they say about bad luck?
Amara worked at this hospital, and William hadn’t expected her to be on duty tonight.
“What happened?” Amara asked William, but her eyes were on Thalia.
Seeing Thalia’s true state, Amara was shocked, her face full of gossip as she looked at William.
“Her leg’s injured,” William said, his white shirt speckled with blood—none of it his, but it paled in comparison to Thalia’s feet.
In the emergency room, Amara examined Thalia’s feet, her expression serious. “Brace yourself, these wounds are deep.”
When the hydrogen peroxide touched her feet, Thalia’s scream pierced the air.
“It hurts, it hurts—”
“There’s metal fragments, so we need to disinfect thoroughly, or you’ll get tetanus. Hold on, so you can still walk.”
Amara patiently explained.
Thalia’s eyes were red with tears. She understood, but it hurt.
As Amara poured the hydrogen peroxide, Thalia grabbed William’s arm and bit down hard, her whole body trembling.
William didn’t move, letting Thalia bite as hard as she wanted.
Thalia not only bit but cursed, “William, if I die, I’ll haunt you. I’ll curse you so when you’re with your wife, I’ll appear and scare you impotent... It hurts, it hurts.”
Amara was so startled by Thalia’s bold words that her hand shook, the tweezers with a cotton swab jabbing into Thalia’s foot.
William kept his eyes on Amara, one hand held by Thalia, the other supporting her from behind.
His gentlemanly demeanor was fully displayed.
Seeing Amara’s hand tremble, he called out, not harshly but with a hint of displeasure, “Amara.”
“I’ll be careful, William, don’t stare at me, it’s too much pressure.”
Was he concerned?
Watching so closely?
He was just denying it a few days ago.
After Thalia’s foot was treated, she was exhausted, drenched in sweat, lying limp on the emergency room bed.
Her tears had dried up.
Amara, carrying a tray, pulled the curtain and left.
“She’s a real beauty, even crying looks good.”