Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 428: Chapter 428

"I've called so many times, but Jamilah still isn't picking up," I muttered, my brow furrowed with frustration. I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles white from the pressure.
Marvin, sitting in the passenger seat, furrowed his brow slightly and looked out the window. His voice was calm, trying to soothe my anxious mood. "Don't worry. She might have her phone on silent. Let's go check on her."
The car sped down the streets of Nifelheim City, the soft morning sunlight casting a golden glow over the road, draping the city in a warm, serene veil.
The trees along the street swayed gently in the breeze, a few dry, yellow leaves drifting down. Everything appeared calm and peaceful, but I couldn't shake the feeling of unease creeping inside me.
As we approached an intersection, I caught a glimpse of a small cargo tricycle speeding towards us out of the corner of my eye.
The driver, an elderly man in a worn military coat, had his face largely obscured by a tattered hat, making it hard to read his expression.
The tricycle was moving at an alarming speed, with no signs of slowing down, heading straight for us.
"Shit!" My eyes widened in panic, and I screamed, slamming the steering wheel with both hands.
The tires screeched, the rubber grinding against the pavement as I jerked the wheel, but it was all happening too quickly.
With a loud crash, the car collided and was sent careening into the nearby greenbelt.
The tricycle flipped over, its cargo spilling across the road.
"Are you alright?" Marvin's voice was filled with urgency as he quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to look at me.
"I'm fine," I gasped, my breath shallow and rapid. I raised my trembling hand, trying to reassure him, though my heart was still racing.
Seeing that I was unharmed, Marvin rushed out of the car without another word. I gathered my composure and followed suit, scrambling out of the vehicle.
The elderly man lay motionless on the ground, his green military coat standing out starkly against the pavement. Though it was winter, the temperatures in Nifelheim City weren't too low, and it seemed odd for someone to be out delivering goods in such thick clothing at this hour.
A sense of suspicion stirred inside me, and I felt like something was off.
Marvin quickly approached the man, crouching beside him with a look of concern on his face, preparing to help him up. But then, something unexpected happened.
I saw a flash of cold steel—a knife gleaming in the man's hand as he suddenly sprang to his feet, attacking Marvin with it.
"Marvin, watch out!" I screamed, my voice high-pitched and full of panic.
Marvin reacted quickly, instinctively sidestepping the attack. But despite his quick reflexes, the knife grazed his arm, a deep cut forming as blood began to pour out.
"Are you Okay?" I shouted, my heart pounding as I scanned the area, desperately looking for something to use as a weapon.
Marvin gritted his teeth, clutching his injured arm with his other hand. His face was pale, but his eyes burned with anger and determination. "I'm fine. This bastard's just faking it."
That's when we realized the so-called "elderly man" was actually a well-built man in disguise. He had a strong physique, and his face, previously hidden by a realistic mask, was now partially exposed, revealing a ferocious gaze.
He didn't flee in panic; instead, he roared like a wild animal and lunged toward Marvin, brandishing the knife. "I didn't expect you two to figure it out. Today's the day you die!"
I felt an overwhelming sense of urgency. My eyes darted around, searching for something to help. Finally, I spotted a thick wooden stick not far away. Without hesitation, I ran toward it, grabbing it and charging at the man.
"You dare hurt him!" I yelled, my voice echoing in the still morning air.
The man turned his head slightly at the sound of my voice, a flash of disdain in his eyes. He didn't seem to regard me as much of a threat, continuing his attack on Marvin.
Marvin, nimble on his feet, dodged the man's strikes, sweat beading on his forehead as each evasive move grew more strenuous.
I sprinted faster, closing the distance between us. With all my strength, I swung the stick at the man's back.
The stick landed with a loud thud, making the man stumble forward, but he quickly regained his balance and turned to face me, his eyes burning with rage.
"You little bitch, you want to die?" The man gritted his teeth, his voice dripping with venom. He raised the knife again and charged toward me.
I gripped the stick tightly, my heart still racing from the initial shock. The adrenaline surged again, and I forced myself to focus. My breath came in ragged gasps as I watched the man's every move.
When he got close, I quickly sidestepped, swinging the stick at his arm.
The man reacted quickly, pulling his arm back, and the knife narrowly missed me, slicing through my sleeve.
"Watch out!" Marvin shouted, his voice hoarse. Despite his injury, he rushed forward to help.
"Don't come closer, you're injured!" I yelled, panic rising in my chest.
At that moment, people began to gather around us. They watched the intense struggle, expressions ranging from shock to fear. Some pulled out their phones to call the police, while others stood frozen, too scared to intervene.
"Someone, please help!" I shouted, hoping someone would step forward.
But most people just stood by, hesitant and unsure. Finally, a young man, tall and muscular, seemed to make up his mind. He picked up a stone from the ground and hurled it at the man.
The stone grazed the man's cheek, momentarily throwing off his rhythm.
Seizing the opportunity, I rushed forward and struck his leg with the wooden stick. The man cried out in pain, stumbling to one knee, but quickly stood up and resumed his aggressive stance.
"Who the hell are you? Why are you attacking us?" I demanded, gasping for breath.
The man sneered, not answering. He simply continued his violent assault, his strikes growing more frantic as I, along with Marvin, struggled to defend ourselves.
Just when we were beginning to lose ground, the distant sound of police sirens grew louder.
The man's expression shifted slightly at the sound, his eyes flashing with panic. He realized his time was up, and with one last furious glance at us, he spun around and dashed toward a nearby alley.
"Dammit, he's running!" I yelled, ignoring the exhaustion coursing through my body. I charged after him.
Marvin, wincing in pain, grabbed my arm to stop me.
"Don't chase him," he said, his voice strained. His body swayed, his face drained of color, and his lips were pale, his condition worsening by the second.
"Marvin, are you okay?" I quickly reached out to support him.
He leaned against the wall, offering me a weak smile. He tried to speak, but then his head slumped forward.
"Marvin, you promised you wouldn't die before me," I choked out, my voice breaking.
He lifted his head slowly, his eyes meeting mine. "I'm just really tired," he murmured. "Don't waste your tears."