Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 131: Chapter 131

Henry was skeptical yet tempted, his glazed eyes lingering on the Demerol in Lorenzo's hand as a flicker of craving surfaced. "No cell signal here. You brought her in to scam me, right?"
Eugene chuckled, waving his phone lightly in front of Henry. "Do you really think I could have known you'd be here and set up a recording just to trick you? I don't have psychic powers."
With a Vertu, one was connected anywhere in the world.
Henry hesitated briefly, pressing Lorraine against him as he mustered the courage to take a few steps forward.
She was completely exhausted, her body limp, dragged along like a lifeless rag doll in his grip.
Eugene kicked one of the medical kits forward, stopping it just two or three steps from Henry. Inside lay several packs of Demerol.
Henry was momentarily distracted when Lorenzo, right beside him, suddenly lunged forward and wrenched his hand away.
A phone came hurtling through the air, smashing straight into Henry's nose and breaking it before clattering to the ground. It was Eugene's phone.
Lorenzo had never seen Eugene so frantic. He watched as Eugene darted forward and, without hesitation, caught the teetering Lorraine in his arms. "Where does it hurt, Lorraine? Tell me, please."
Lorraine's vision was awash in red, her lashes matted with blood. With all her strength, she managed to pry her eyes open just a sliver.
Eugene's frantic figure swayed before her, shouting, but his voice seemed muffled and distant, as if she couldn't hear him at all.
Her ears felt waterlogged, every sound lost to the void. Her eyes remained fixed and glassy, devoid of any spark.
Eugene clutched Lorraine to his chest, his grip unyielding as if afraid she might vanish.
After a moment, her lips parted slightly, as if she were trying to speak.
Eugene bent down, pressing his ear close to her mouth. "I'm right here. Go ahead."
"I-Is it you?" Lorraine whispered, her voice barely audible. Each word was a struggle for her.
Eugene's heart wrenched violently as if crushed by a steamroller. He reached out and slowly wiped away some of the blood from the corner of Lorraine's eye with his fingertips, his touch gentle and careful.
Gradually, Lorraine's vision cleared, and she finally saw who was in front of her. He had sharp, well-defined features, deep eyes, and firm lips.
She wanted to reach out, to touch him and make sure he was real, but her body wouldn't move. She had no strength left.
Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes, rolling silently down her cheeks and falling to the ground without a sound.
Her face was etched with fear, a kind of terror deeper than anything she'd ever known. And the wound on her forehead gaped open with blood still oozing out.
In that moment, Eugene finally understood what heart-wrenching pain truly meant. He wanted to kill Henry and reduce this place to rubble.
No, even the heart-wrenching pain wasn't enough to describe what he was feeling. Even if Eugene could trade places with her, it wouldn't change a damn thing. For the first time in his life, Eugene felt utterly powerless.
The others subdued Henry in just a few swift moves.
Lorenzo walked over, rolling up his sleeves. "Eugene, let her go. Holding her like this is only making it worse."
Eugene looked up, his eyes momentarily vacant, as if Lorenzo's words were barely registering in his dazed mind.
Lorenzo patiently repeated himself, then reached out to take Lorraine from Eugene's arms.
Eugene suddenly tightened his arms around Lorraine, holding her even closer and refusing to let anyone come near her.
It wasn't until Lorraine let out a faint whimper that Eugene snapped out of it. His tone was unusually gentle as he asked, "Did I hurt you?"
Sheila stood nearby, tears streaming down her face as she looked at Lorraine's condition. "G-Give her to Lorenzo, and let him check out for her first," she choked out.
Lorraine was so badly hurt, barely clothed. She might have other injuries.
Eugene walked over and carried Lorraine to the bed. The other students quickly spread out some quilts to make her more comfortable.
"Alright, everyone out. I need to examine her wounds," Lorenzo said, pulling a flashlight from his pocket. He turned to Eugene and added firmly, "You too."
Eugene insisted, "I'm staying right here."
Lorenzo replied, "You'll interfere with my judgment."
The group stepped out of the room and stood on the muddy ground outside.
Eugene paced restlessly with his arms crossed, his deep eyes glinting with icy intensity.
Sheila walked to the corner and hauled the trussed-up Henry to his feet. "What should we do with him?"
"Remove the gag from his mouth," Eugene said coolly.
He needed to know how Henry had tracked them here. There might be others behind this, people who didn't want Lorraine to live in peace.
Sheila nodded, yanked the rag from Henry's mouth, then slapped him hard across the face over and over before finally stepping aside. Her hand stung from the blows, but she still seethed with anger.
Henry's head lolled to one side from the blow, leaving him lying on the ground with one hand bracing himself. Blood oozed from his split lip as his withdrawal symptoms intensified violently.
Eugene strode forward and stomped down hard on Henry's hand. "How did you find this place?" he demanded.
Eugene's heavy hiking boot pressed down mercilessly on Henry's hand. His eyes bulged in agony, veins throbbing on his forehead. "I-I don't know. I found this place myself."
Henry still refused to talk. Eugene increased the pressure. A sickening crack rang out. It seemed that something had shattered.
Henry howled in agony, "I-I really found this place myself. The hospital's intern files were easy to access."
Eugene gave a cold laugh and pressed down even harder.
Henry's entire left hand was crushed flat. When Eugene finally let go, all five of Henry's fingers hung limp at grotesque angles, like empty gloves with no bones inside.
"I swear it's true," Henry gasped out between agonized breaths.
Eugene's vicious kick shattered Henry's jaw with a sickening crack.
"What if he still won't talk?" Sheila asked.
Eugene turned, his gaze sweeping the yard. "Gag him and dump him—" He paused coldly. "into that dry well over there."
A student nearby gasped, "Isn't this straight-up murder?" Sure the guy was a scumbag, but they couldn't kill him.
"Only counts as murder if he's dead," Sheila sneered. "Alive? That's self-defense. Just stay put. I've got this."
Sheila snatched up the rag from earlier and shoved it straight into Henry's mouth.
Terrified and furious, Henry screamed, "You can't do this to me. Mr. Moore? Eugene—"
Eugene didn't even blink as the gag was shoved toward Henry's mouth.
Henry lunged forward, shouting, "Eugene, listen up. That woman you cherish so much—Lorraine? I've had my way with her. Just now, her body was incredible—so soft, so tight, so warm.
"I came on her several times. Damn, it felt amazing. Even better than with Elsie."
Eugene's eyes turned utterly deep. Though the others couldn't see his face in the darkness, they could feel the explosive rage suddenly radiating from his entire body.
Eugene lunged forward and stomped down hard on Henry's groin. A bloodcurdling scream instantly rent the night air.
Henry curled up into a ball as something oozed from his crotch, pooling on the ground. The metallic tang of blood filled the air, foul and nauseating.
Sheila hauled Henry up like a worthless sack and dragged him toward the dry well in the yard.
Lorenzo opened the door and immediately locked eyes with Eugene. He said, "Her forehead wound has been treated. It was a close call; she almost needed stitches. There are also a lot of bruises elsewhere on her body."
Lorenzo's heart wrenched at the thought. 'If we had arrived even a little later, what kind of torment and humiliation would Lorraine suffer?' he wondered.
There were so many injuries on such a small, fragile girl. Lorenzo could still remember her birthday celebration two months ago, lighting fireworks at the palatial stone manor.
When she came to open the door for him, her face and those bright, shining eyes were unforgettable.
'How could she possibly endure all this?' Lorenzo thought, overwhelmed with pain and helplessness.
Eugene gave a curt nod and pushed the door open. Lorenzo reached out to block Eugene. "I gave her a sedative shot. She's asleep now. She—"
Eugene said impatiently, "Spit it out."
Lorenzo glanced at the students nearby and lowered his voice. "As you saw when we arrived, her clothes were almost completely torn to shreds, and her legs are covered in bruises.
"It's hard to tell if they're from grabbing or from impact. To be safe, maybe you should have a female student go in and check if there are any lacerations in her private areas."
Lorenzo wasn't sure if Lorraine had been raped, and with no way to ask her now, an examination was essential. If there were any wounds, preventing severe bleeding was the top priority.
Eugene's hand clenched violently at his side, a vein throbbing on his forehead, his handsome face glacial. Eugene bit out, "No. Absolutely no examination. And no one is ever to mention this in front of her again."
Lorenzo gave Eugene a searching look. "Go ahead in. I'll be right outside. Call me if you need anything."
Eugene gave a terse nod and quietly pushed the door open, stepping inside.
Lorraine lay curled into a tiny ball on the bed, her hair splayed messily across the pillow. A gauze patch covered her forehead, while dried blood stains still marred her face.
Eugene walked in and sat down beside her. Her hand was icy cold, utterly devoid of warmth. He held it for a long moment before gently reaching up to her cheek.
His fingers trembled as he checked for any sign of breath. He didn't even realize how violently his hands were shaking.
Only when the faintest whisper of warmth brushed his fingertips did his trembling finally cease.
Gently, he bent down and awkwardly gathered her into his arms, enveloping her in a protective cocoon. "Lorraine," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, "thank God I came. Thank God."
Eugene wished this were all just a dream so that when he woke up, she would still be sitting on the swing in the palatial stone manor, giving him that soft smile of hers.
But then again, he feared it was a dream. 'What if, outside of the dream, she's still suffering, and I have no idea?' he wondered. Eugene was terrified of both possibilities.
Eugene couldn't possibly feel at ease leaving her here alone, letting her be so far away from him. Thinking back on the past two months, everything had been such a blur.
Maybe it was not just that he couldn't trust her to be far from him—maybe, deep down, he was the one who needed her by his side even more.
The night stretched endlessly. Eugene sat by her side, holding Lorraine in that same protective embrace until morning.
'Since I can't bear to be apart from her, then I'll just bring her home, keep her by my side, and spoil her rotten—simple as that,' Eugene thought. 'After all, it's a piece of cake for me.'
In their private world, Lorraine slept soundly while Eugene watched her intently. Nothing from the outside could disturb the peace that surrounded them.
And the phone that had long been discarded on the ground kept vibrating in the darkness, again and again, until its battery died and it powered off automatically, untouched by anyone.