Chapter 356 If You Come Later, You'll Have to Change a Wife
"John, everyone in the security department has been knocked out. They're all lying inside."
"What about the surveillance? Is it still working?"
"Yes."
"Quick, check where she is."
John's voice was urgent. The people in the security room immediately checked the surveillance footage.
They scanned through row after row and finally spotted Thalia in the last row.
"Fifteenth floor, hurry," John called for people to go upstairs.
"Hurry up, Mrs. Brown can't hold on much longer."
On the surveillance, Thalia was being forced back repeatedly by the man.
She was pinned against the windowsill by the man, with a dozen floors below her. If she fell, she'd be dead for sure.
Thalia gripped the man's collar tightly, determined that if she was going down, she was taking someone with her.
"Want to drag me down with you?"
"Yeah, dying alone would be too lonely."
"Well, you'd need to have the ability to do that."
"I'm not in a hurry anyway. If I die, William will dig up the earth to find your family and make them pay with their lives."
The man laughed coldly. "He'd need to have the ability to do that."
"What if he does?" Taking advantage of the man's distraction, Thalia pulled out the knife from his shoulder blade and slashed it toward his neck.
The man was shocked. His hand pressing on Thalia's shoulder suddenly loosened as he frantically covered his neck with one hand, then both hands, until blood spurted out.
He collapsed to the ground.
Thalia clung to the windowsill with both hands, her whole body dangling in mid-air, trying desperately to climb back up.
After tremendous effort, she barely managed to get her head above the ledge.
Suddenly, when a hand landed on the back of her hand, her heart stopped.
Oh no, oh no.
She'd worked so hard fighting Chase for the inheritance, and now she was going to die before she even got to spend it?
If she died, she'd haunt William even as a ghost.
She'd scare him every single day.
"Give me your hand." When John's face appeared, Thalia let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Just you? Where's William?"
"Look down."
As soon as John finished speaking, Thalia looked down and saw the door of a black Bentley slam shut with a thunderous bang. A man in a suit rushed into the building, stumbling at the stairwell entrance and nearly falling, using both hands and feet as he frantically ran inside.
Thalia's heart softened. At least he knew how important she was.
As John pulled her up and let go of her hand, he was shocked to see her palm covered in blood. "Ms. Smith, your hand?"
Thalia looked down and saw the gaping wound on her palm. The little warmth that had just risen was immediately suppressed.
If it weren't for him, would she have suffered like this?
"Let's go down first. Let them handle things here."
Thalia stopped John from helping her. "No rush, let me see who it is."
She walked over and yanked off the man's mask. "Recognize him?"
John shook his head. "No."
"Strip him. See if there are any identifying marks on his body."
John called people over to do it. Thalia found a corner, leaned against the wall, and slowly sat down, holding up her palm to look at her wound. These hands of hers! She spent hundreds of thousands of dollars every year on their care, and now they were slashed open like this.
Although she'd done it herself, she'd already cursed William countless times in her mind.
Suddenly, a shadow fell over her. Thalia looked up, saw William, and scoffed. "You got here pretty early. A bit later, and you'd need a new wife."
When William crouched down, Thalia smelled the strong alcohol on him.
"I'm being hunted, and you went out drinking?"
"William, do you have no shame?"
"Business dinner."
"So you never planned to pick me up tonight anyway."
William checked her body. "Where else are you hurt?"
Thalia stared at him without answering.
"You told me to pick you up, and you also told me not to," William said. This morning, when he said he'd pick her up, what did Thalia say? Don't forget their secret marriage - meeting too often would blow their cover.
Now that something happened, it was his fault.
"I almost died, and you're yelling at me? Do you know that guy had a gun? A gun! I almost died."
Hearing about the gun, William's eyes immediately grew serious. "Leave this to Finn and the others. Let's go home first."
"I'm not going. My hand hurts. Do you know how much money I spend every year taking care of these hands? I've never done any rough work in my entire life, and now..."
William picked up the knife beside Thalia and slashed it across his own palm. Thalia's delicate complaints came to an abrupt halt.
Was he crazy?
"I'll suffer with you. Be good, let's go home first," the man coaxed her gently.
William glanced over at John's side, saw they were handling things, and reached out to pick up Thalia and leave.
He deliberately avoided the film crew on the way out.
It had to be said that a man's thousand words were truly no match for one action.
As the man held her, Thalia clearly felt warm blood from the hand on her lower back seeping onto her short-sleeved shirt.
Warm, and able to steady her heart.
.........
"What happened to you? Injured on set?"
When Amara was called over, she thought William was injured, but it turned out to be Thalia again.
"Your luck is really terrible - why do you keep getting hurt?" Amara muttered while opening the medical kit to treat Thalia's wound.
"I'll be fine once I leave your brother."
After saying this, Thalia glared fiercely at William. "You're coming with me."
The man nodded gently, staring at the wound on Thalia's palm. "Okay."
"Tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Where else are you hurt?" Amara asked after treating the wound on her hand.
Only then did Thalia turn around and lift her short-sleeved shirt, revealing a large red and swollen area on her lower back. It had gotten scraped when that damn man pinned her against the windowsill.
"This might bruise. I can massage it, but it'll hurt!" Amara warned.
Hearing it would hurt, Thalia quickly pulled down her shirt. "Forget it then, let it heal on its own!"
Just as Thalia was about to turn over, William held her down. "No."
Thalia protested, "It hurts."
"Hey, you two work it out. I just got off the night shift and haven't eaten yet!"
"Fallon, is there food?"
Fallon was startled by Amara's move and made a sound of acknowledgment, nodding. "Yes, I'll go prepare it."
"I'll cut myself again and hurt with you."
"William, do you know this happened because of you? So you want to do this to reduce your guilt?"
"William, you need to understand - your reduced guilt should come from my forgiveness, not from your self-harm. If I don't forgive you, even if you stab yourself to death, you're still guilty."