Chapter 1092


    Chapter 1092 A Stroke of Bad Luck


    Meanwhile, Azalea had finally left the hospital. There were no tears, but she appeared utterly dejected


    as if her very essence had been drained away. Her eyes bore an emptiness,cking any trace of


    emotions.


    I''m left with nothing now. He''spletely gone from my life. Perhaps even the slightest trace of


    gratitude he had for me saving his life has turned into disgust. Olivia is one lucky woman! She''s got all


    four kids under her wing. Honestly, there''s nothing to envy about her having those kids. The real catch


    is that they all belonged to Eugene! That''s what really gets me envious. I can''t believe that they have


    four children! Who on earth could ever separate them now?


    As Azalea reflected on her foolish decision to assist them with a paternity test, a heavy basketball


    suddenly came crashing into her back.


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    Caught off guard, she stumbled ahead and barely managed to keep herself from facenting.


    Infuriated, she swiftly turned around to confront the person responsible for hurling the ball at her.


    However, before she could even catch a glimpse of the culprit, another basketball hurtled toward her


    again.


    This time, the ball smacked her right in the stomach.


    As she struggled to recover from the pain in her stomach, yet another ball barreled straight toward her


    face.


    Thump!


    The ball mmed right into her nose, causing an instant surge of pain that left her head spinning. She


    stumbled backward, taking several unsteady steps before losing her bnce and tumbling to the


    ground. Instinctively, she propped herself up with her elbows but inadvertently scraped her skin as she


    did so. A vivid and mesmerizing crimson gradually seeped out from her injured elbow.


    Frustrated and enraged, she frantically scanned her surroundings as she tried to figure out who was


    pelting her. Apart from buildings and people, there was nothing else around. Up ahead, there was just a


    street with no sign of anyone who could be responsible for the attacks. "Who? Show yourself if you''ve


    got the guts!"


    No one responded to her challenge. The onlookers stared at her as if she were aplete lunatic.


    At that moment, Azalea seemed to finally realize her disheveled state. As she used her hand to support


    herself and tried to crawl up from the ground, something unexpected came pouring down on her from


    above. Consumed by panic, she let out a piercing scream, "Ahhh!!"


    Her vision seemed obstructed by a vivid substance, and her hand aimlessly wiped away the sticky


    mess on her head. Just then, a nauseating stench invaded her nostrils.


    Is this… blood? Whose blood is this?


    Before she could gather her thoughts, marbles began raining down from all directions. Overwhelmed


    by the intense pain, she hastily protected her head with her hands in fear.


    "Come out if you''ve got the guts! Sneaking attacks from the shadows isn''t impressive at all!" she


    shouted in frustration.


    However, no one paid any attention to her rant. The marbles kepting relentlessly, and it seemed as


    if they had a mind of their own, always finding their mark on her precisely. She couldn''t defend herself


    enough with just her two hands.


    In short, she was being attacked from every angle, with not a single part of her body spared from the


    throbbing pain.


    Azalea realized that she couldn''t just stand there and be a moving target. Ignoring the pain of marbles


    hitting her body, she struggled to stand up on the ground and shielded her head while making her way


    toward the side of the street.


    Little did she know…


    Just as she clumsily made it to the street, a ck car came speeding toward her from the other side.


    The car was moving at an incredible speed, whipping up a gust of wind in its wake as it closed in on


    her with dangerous proximity.


    Terrified beyond belief, she found herself paralyzed with fear. Instinctively, she hastily lifted her hands


    to shield her head and let out a terrified scream, "Ahhh!!"


    The screeching sound of brakes echoed despairingly in her ears.


    Azalea was so frightened that her legs turned to jelly, and she copsed onto the ground.


    The ck car came to a halt a mere inch away from her.


    In just a short span of ten minutes, she had endured all sorts of pain. A wave of despair washed over


    her as she looked at herself drenched in a ridiculous turn of events. Just my luck! It seems like every


    little thing bes a pain in the neck when bad luck strikes! Seriously, whom the heck is intentionally


    messing with me?


    With a loud m of a car door, a cold and deep voice apanied the words, saying, "Have you had


    enough of living? Trying to throw yourself under my wheels?"