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The man in the Hawaiian shirt's parched lips twitched as he forced out a single agonized word: "Hurts..."
The woman beside him was petrified. She staggered back a step, staring at York with wide-eyed horror.
The thugs probably hadn't anticipated things to turn out this way either. They froze in place, utterly at a loss.
"What? Are you sure you want to lose a hand?" York, towering over him, looked down with narrowed eyes, his smile sending chills down the spine.
The man in the Hawaiian shirt trembled violently, frantically shaking his head.
York smirked and casually flicked the man's hand away.
The man in the Hawaiian shirt looked like he'd been given a second chance at life. He flexed his wrist and took two deep, shuddering breaths.
Before the man could fully relax, York suddenly crooked a finger at him and leaned in to whisper something in his ear—I had no idea what he said.
The relief on the Hawaiian-shirted man's face froze mid-breath, twisting instantly into horror-stricken disbelief and soul-crushing despair.
"Go." York uttered the single word with icy calm.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" The woman, seeing the Hawaiian-shirted man freed, opened her mouth to curse—only for him to suddenly slap her hard across the face.
"Shut the hell up!" the man in the Hawaiian shirt snapped, his voice tight with panic. He yanked the stunned woman by the arm and sharply gestured for his men to follow as they made a hasty retreat.
My heart was pounding in terror, terrified that something might happen to Benedict. Thankfully, it was just a close call, and I finally let out the breath I'd been holding.
"Uncle York!" Benedict wriggled free from my arms and ran straight into York's embrace.
Young as he was, Benedict knew York had saved them.
After all that happened, York must be Benedict's hero now.
"Were you scared, Benedict? Don't worry now—Uncle York has chased the bad guys away. They won't dare bother you again." York scooped Benedict up and gently ruffled his hair to comfort him.
Benedict beamed with delight, "Yeah! Uncle York, you're amazing!"
I stepped closer to York and said sincerely, "Thank you for saving the day. I really appreciate it."
"Don't mention it," York replied casually.
"But what exactly did you say to that man just now?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of her as she remembered the man's look of utter despair.
York glanced at me and said nonchalantly, "I just told him that bullying kids sends you straight to hell."
"Huh?" I froze for a second before realizing he was just joking.
I rolled my eyes silently. Since York clearly wasn't going to tell me, I couldn't be bothered to press him further.
Benedict was convinced York knew kung fu. He clung to him all evening, chattering, "When I grow up, I want you to teach me how to fight!"
I couldn't help but smile at their antics.
After much coaxing, York finally managed to lull Benedict into drowsiness, then personally carried the sleepy boy back to his bedroom and tucked him in.
It was already 10 p.m. when York came downstairs to say goodbye. I personally walked him to the door.
"Natalia." Just before getting into the car, York suddenly turned back, fixing me with an inscrutable look. "What would you have done today if I hadn't been here by chance?"
I froze.
York didn't wait for my reply. He got into his car and sped off without a backward glance.
My heart skipped a beat, like I'd been punched in the chest
'What would have happened to Benedict and me if York hadn't been here today?' I wondered, a chill running down her spine.
"Quinn was supposed to be the one protecting us... but instead, he was off with Clarissa."
My heart ached with an indescribable bitterness. Just then, a pair of blinding headlights swept across the courtyard.
Quinn pulled into the driveway.
The woman beside him was petrified. She staggered back a step, staring at York with wide-eyed horror.
The thugs probably hadn't anticipated things to turn out this way either. They froze in place, utterly at a loss.
"What? Are you sure you want to lose a hand?" York, towering over him, looked down with narrowed eyes, his smile sending chills down the spine.
The man in the Hawaiian shirt trembled violently, frantically shaking his head.
York smirked and casually flicked the man's hand away.
The man in the Hawaiian shirt looked like he'd been given a second chance at life. He flexed his wrist and took two deep, shuddering breaths.
Before the man could fully relax, York suddenly crooked a finger at him and leaned in to whisper something in his ear—I had no idea what he said.
The relief on the Hawaiian-shirted man's face froze mid-breath, twisting instantly into horror-stricken disbelief and soul-crushing despair.
"Go." York uttered the single word with icy calm.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" The woman, seeing the Hawaiian-shirted man freed, opened her mouth to curse—only for him to suddenly slap her hard across the face.
"Shut the hell up!" the man in the Hawaiian shirt snapped, his voice tight with panic. He yanked the stunned woman by the arm and sharply gestured for his men to follow as they made a hasty retreat.
My heart was pounding in terror, terrified that something might happen to Benedict. Thankfully, it was just a close call, and I finally let out the breath I'd been holding.
"Uncle York!" Benedict wriggled free from my arms and ran straight into York's embrace.
Young as he was, Benedict knew York had saved them.
After all that happened, York must be Benedict's hero now.
"Were you scared, Benedict? Don't worry now—Uncle York has chased the bad guys away. They won't dare bother you again." York scooped Benedict up and gently ruffled his hair to comfort him.
Benedict beamed with delight, "Yeah! Uncle York, you're amazing!"
I stepped closer to York and said sincerely, "Thank you for saving the day. I really appreciate it."
"Don't mention it," York replied casually.
"But what exactly did you say to that man just now?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of her as she remembered the man's look of utter despair.
York glanced at me and said nonchalantly, "I just told him that bullying kids sends you straight to hell."
"Huh?" I froze for a second before realizing he was just joking.
I rolled my eyes silently. Since York clearly wasn't going to tell me, I couldn't be bothered to press him further.
Benedict was convinced York knew kung fu. He clung to him all evening, chattering, "When I grow up, I want you to teach me how to fight!"
I couldn't help but smile at their antics.
After much coaxing, York finally managed to lull Benedict into drowsiness, then personally carried the sleepy boy back to his bedroom and tucked him in.
It was already 10 p.m. when York came downstairs to say goodbye. I personally walked him to the door.
"Natalia." Just before getting into the car, York suddenly turned back, fixing me with an inscrutable look. "What would you have done today if I hadn't been here by chance?"
I froze.
York didn't wait for my reply. He got into his car and sped off without a backward glance.
My heart skipped a beat, like I'd been punched in the chest
'What would have happened to Benedict and me if York hadn't been here today?' I wondered, a chill running down her spine.
"Quinn was supposed to be the one protecting us... but instead, he was off with Clarissa."
My heart ached with an indescribable bitterness. Just then, a pair of blinding headlights swept across the courtyard.
Quinn pulled into the driveway.
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