Just then, Steven arrived, supported by someone as he walked forward. The moment he saw the condition Tyler was in, his expression instantly darkened.

He waved at his assistant, urging impatiently, “What are you standing there for? Get him to the hospital, now!”

The assistant was about to step forward to help, but Tyler refused.

“I’m fine.”

The factory door swung open, and police officers surrounded the place. Yale quickly helped Tyler inside.

Tyler’s brows furrowed deeply while he scanned every corner for Rachel. The moment he spotted Howard, who was fully naked, he pursed his lips and clenched his jaws.

Fearing Tyler might cripple Howard in his rage, Yale hurriedly patted his shoulder and pointed to the corner on the right.

“Mr. Hunt, don’t worry. Look over there!”

Tyler looked where Yale was pointing and saw Rachel curled up on the ground in her torn clothes. Her hands were covered in blood while she gripped a razor blade tightly.

Howard spotted Steven and let out a miserable scream.

“Dad!”

Steven immediately caught sight of the blood on Howard’s thigh. His eyes widened, and he barked in fury, “What are you waiting for? Get him to the hospital!”

Howard was quickly carried to a car, but he kept glaring viciously in Rachel’s direction.

“Rachel, I’ll never let you go, even if it kills me!” he yelled.

Tyler carefully moved toward Rachel, wanting to touch her, but her eyes were filled with endless fear.

Seeing how terrified she was, he didn’t dare touch her recklessly. Instead, he took off his jacket and gently draped it over her shoulders. He moved cautiously, for fear of startling her.

“It’s over now. You’re safe. Are you hurt?”

Rachel shook her head numbly.

Tyler reached out and tried to take the blade from her hand, but he still moved with extreme care.

“The police are here. I’m sorry I was late. Give me the blade; I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Under his gentle reassurance, he finally managed to get the blade from her.

Rachel began to regain some awareness and glanced at Tyler. When she noticed the injuries covering him, her expression softened slightly.

“You’re hurt. Are you okay?”

“Ugh…”

Her hand accidentally brushed against his leg, making him grunt in pain. The veins on his forehead bulged, and his jaw clenched. He was visibly in pain.

She immediately realized something was wrong.

“Did you hurt your leg?”

Tyler forced a smile. “It’s nothing, just a scratch. Don’t worry about me. Yale, get her to the car and take her to the hospital for a check-up.”

Yale looked anxious. “Mr. Hunt, you need to go too. Your injuries must be examined.”

Tyler snapped impatiently, “I said, get her to the car first. Don’t waste time with nonsense.”

Yale didn’t dare say more. He silently carried Rachel to the car before coming back to help Tyler.

They all headed for the hospital.

Rachel had just finished her examination when she tried to get up to see Tyler, but the nurse held her down.

“You still need to be on an IV drip. You can’t go out.”

The nurse firmly pressed her back into bed.

Rachel could only ask other nurses about Tyler. “Can you at least tell me how the man who came in with me is doing?”

Another nurse pursed her lips and shook her head.

“Not great. Multiple fractures all over his body, probably from being beaten with clubs. The worst is his leg. I heard the doctor next door say they need to check first, but if it’s bad, they might resort to amputation.”

Rachel froze completely.

Amputation!