Chapter 342
Elizabeth’s body jerked unexpectedly, and she started to fall! “Elizabeth!” Alexander yelled, lunging to grab the rope. Elizabeth dangled in mid-air, while Alexander was yanked down, stopping right at the platform’s edge! Elizabeth looked up, gasping, her eyes wide with panic as she stared at Alexander.
“Don’t freak out,” Alexander tried to calm her. Elizabeth saw Alexander’s hand gripping tight, pulling her rope up. Her heart felt like it was in a vice; the pain was intense. She couldn’t understand why Alexander was still trying to save her.
Bit by bit, Elizabeth got pulled up until Elijah stepped on Alexander’s back. Alexander’s hand slipped, and Elizabeth fell again, dragging him forward. Sirens blared below, red and blue lights flashing wildly.
Alexander pulled harder, ignoring Elijah’s weight, hauling Elizabeth up. His hands were all marked up, and his shirt tore from the friction. His arms scraped against the platform edge and concrete. Blood dripped onto Elizabeth’s shoulder. Elizabeth bit her lip, thinking this was what Alexander owed her—a life; if he saved her today, they’d be even.
“Don’t move!” a cop’s voice shouted from behind. Elijah glanced back, squatted, and held a knife to Alexander’s neck. “Don’t come any closer!” “Mr. Tudor!” Nolan pushed through the crowd, his face a mix of emotions at seeing Alexander. “I told you, stay back!” As the crowd moved, Elijah’s knife slashed Alexander’s arm! Alexander gasped but gripped Elizabeth’s rope tighter. Blood flowed fast from his arm.
“Come on, come closer and give it a shot!” Elijah, almost losing it, raised the knife to strike again. “Won’t move. Just stay calm!” the captain shouted. “Get out, all of you. Or I’ll make sure they both die!” Elijah threatened.
Elizabeth looked at Alexander, his forehead veins bulging, showing he was giving it his all.
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Chapter 342
For the first time, Elizabeth felt she mattered to Alexander. But it was too late. Her heart felt nothing. Elizabeth’s nose tingled, and she softly said, “Alexander.” Alexander looked at her, sweat dripping. “Yeah.” Elizabeth had something to say, but then she heard a sound. A gunshot echoed in the empty building, and then it went silent. When Alexander looked back, he saw they had fired. Elijah’s knife got shot out of his hand, and as he tried to grab it again, he got pinned down.
“Mr. Tudor!” Nolan rushed over. Nolan was shocked to see Elizabeth hanging, but he quickly helped Alexander pull her up. “Careful,” Alexander rasped. Elizabeth got pulled up, but her whole body was numb from hanging so long. She hadn’t even steadied herself before she collapsed to her knees. Alexander tried to help her up but pulled his wound by accident.
Elizabeth’s hands were on the ground, her wrists purple and scraped, with traces of blood. Her hair was a mess, stuck to her face, her head hanging down, too weak to talk. Alexander covered his arm and slowly stood up. He went to Elizabeth, trying to help her up, but saw a guy behind her with a knife ready to stab. Alexander frowned, grabbed Elizabeth, and used all his strength to switch places with her. The knife grazed Alexander’s shoulder, tearing his clothes.