Chapter 483


    Feeling sympathy for Lyle, I turned around to look at him when I was leaving. I could feel my body


    drained of blood as I saw Lyle clutching a gold club in his hand with a vicious look on his face as he


    was about to strike Christopher.


    In face of the grave danger, I hurled myself at Christopher without hesitation to defend him. I felt the full


    force of the golf club’s hit on my head. A paralyzing numb sensation spread from the top of my head to


    my whole body as I felt warm liquid gushing from the top of my head at the same time. The viscous


    liquid streamed into my eyes, making me unable to open them. I staggered a few steps and was about


    to fall.


    “Eve!” Christopher reacted in the nick of time and quickly steadied me. Fury shed in his eyes as he


    noticed the blood trickling down from my head. He turned around and kicked at Lyle. Then, he walked


    over and was about to punch Lyle in the face.


    I held on to my head and called out to him, “Chris!”


    He was blowing punches on Lyle right then. Upon hearing my call, he rushed back to my side and


    steadied my staggering body. “I’ll send you to the hospital.”


    Lyle seemed to have finally snapped out of his drunken state. At the sight of blood trickling down my


    body and my bloodstained dress, he froze on the spot and finally mumbled, “Sorry, I didn’t want to hurt


    you. I was j-just… I…”


    Lyle was slurring his words yet again, and could not even form a coherent sentence. I paid no heed to


    his cries and merely said coldly, “Lyle, are you going to trample all over me no matter how good or bad


    you’re doing? If you’re doing badly, are you going to drag me to hell along with you?”


    I had hated Lyle before but never had I felt such overwhelming abhorrence for this man before. How


    dare he try to hurt Christopher? How could he be so shameless?


    “No, I didn’t mean it, Yvonne…” he repeated the same sentence over and over again as he looked at


    me helplessly.


    “Lyle, I’ve never owed you anything. If you think only my death is able to stop you from ever bothering


    me again, then you’re probably going to be very disappointed. Not only will I not go to hell along with


    you, but I will live my life to the fullest. Everything you’ve done is out of your own choice. There’s no


    use crying over spilled milk, especially when you’re the one who’s made that choice. Don’t me


    others for not keeping up with you when you’re the one who to push them away.”


    I knew I should not have said such harsh words to Lyle when he was already down in the dumps, but I


    was really fed up with him continuously pestering me. I wanted to cut ties with him once and for all.


    Lyle listened to everything I said quietly, and he finally calmed down. After I was done, he apologized to


    me once again solemnly and said nothing further.


    “Lyle, our past is the past. Don’te looking for me again. Please leave some space for grace and


    dignity between us.”


    Spencer and Remington were shocked to see that my head was injured just after taking a stroll. My


    head was spinning the whole time when I was on the way to the hospital. Christopher looked utterly


    troubled. I poked him lightly and said in a small voice, “I’m okay. Don’t worry.”


    “Quit talking.” Christopher’s face darkened as he stepped hard on the pedal. After getting off the car, he


    swooped me up and rushed toward the emergency department. My bloodstained dress gave the


    nurses and doctors quite a shock.


    “I’m hurt in the head. My legs are perfectly fine, though. Let me down. So many people are watching


    us,” I said sheepishly as I burrowed my head in Christopher’s chest.


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    “You’re already not that smart, to begin with. Now that you have a big hole in your head, how are you


    going to be able to think straight from now on?” Christopher said angrily as he red at me.


    Nevertheless, he ced me carefully on the stretcher and nagged, “It was just a golf club. I could have


    handled it perfectly. If he had managed to hurt me in any way with that stick, I would go look for


    Zachary tomorrow and ask him to give me a good beating for being such a weenie. What were you


    thinking? You shouldn’t have tried to defend me.”