Filed to story: Seventeen Heartbreaks: When Love Has No Voice
Just as these men were about to remove the last of her clothes, the sound of a car horn pierced the air.
A vehicle drove towards them, pointing directly at the group holding Leila pinned down.
Fearing for their lives, the men scattered instantly.
The car slammed on the brakes, only inches away from Leila.
Clayton shot out of the driver’s side.
‘Leila, get in!’ he shouted, reaching out for her.
Without hesitation, Leila slid into the passenger seat of Clayton’s car.
In one swift motion, Clayton handed her a coat.
‘Thank you,’ Leila murmured.
Still trembling, she slung the coat over her shoulders, her emotions a whirlwind of surprise, fear, and bewilderment.
The timing seemed so perfectly aligned that it couldn’t be a mere coincidence.
However, now was not the time to ponder those suspicions.
No sooner had Leila managed to pull away, than the men regrouped and surrounded the vehicle.
Clayton had barely manoeuvred the car a few yards before he was forced to stop.
The men resumed their attack, pounding on the windows with renewed vigour.
Amid the chaos, Leila flagged down the police, oblivious to the fact that the window next to her was shattering.
Only when she saw a knife hovering dangerously close to her did her eyes widen in terror, leaving her paralysed with fear.
‘Leila!’ Clayton’s voice cut through the panic as he lunged to protect her.
The sickening sound of the knife sinking into flesh was followed by Clayton’s pained groan.
Although Leila didn’t see Clayton’s wound, the metallic smell of blood filled the air immediately.
‘Damn it! We killed the wrong one.
Let’s go,’ one of the men said, signalling a hasty retreat.
Failing in their attempt to kill Leila, the men quickly retreated.
Amid the chaos, Clayton collapsed, unconscious.
‘Clayton?’ Leila’s voice trembled with fear as she spun him around to look at him, revealing a terrifying scene.
A knife protruded from his left chest, right where his heart would be.
At that moment, blood spurted out, staining the car seat crimson.
Leila’s hands turned icy cold, and tears began to fall freely.
‘Clayton, stay with me.
Help is on the way,’ she whispered, her voice cracking with worry.
‘You’re going to get through this.’ Leila had foreseen the possibility of violence and, anticipating it, had called an ambulance along with the police.
Fortunately, the hospital was not far away.
Within ten minutes, sirens announced the arrival of the ambulance.
As the medical team helped Leila out of the blood-soaked car, one of them saw her blood-soaked appearance and exclaimed:
‘Miss, are you hurt?’
Holding back sobs, Leila shook her head and pointed desperately towards Clayton as he was being transferred onto a stretcher.
‘Forget about me.
Focus your attention on him!’ she urged, her voice filled with desperation.
She couldn’t bear the thought of being beholden to him again.
Though she had no love for him and no desire to be with him, she never wished him dead.
The thought of his demise filled her with dread, fearing a lifetime of remorse and pain.
When Edgar arrived at the hospital, Leila had already changed and was sitting quietly outside the emergency room, her gaze empty and distant.
Edgar noticed Leila’s hands shaking uncontrollably and sat down beside her, trying to offer her some comfort.
‘Don’t worry.
Mr. Morgan is going to pull through,’ he assured her gently.
Leila’s voice sounded husky when she spoke.
‘Have you figured out who’s behind the attack?’
Edgar shook his head, his expression full of regret.
‘Sorry, no.’
Leila showed no anger.
Instead, she closed her eyes and muttered, ‘I figured it out.
Whoever orchestrated this must have significant power.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t dare attack me so brazenly.’
Edgar hesitated before voicing his suspicion.
‘While we recognise that Clayton saved you, there’s something that doesn’t add up.
The incident happened right near the Kensington Group headquarters.
Who would dare to do such a thing? Besides, the timing is suspicious.
Shortly after I sent you the message about firing the men Clayton had arranged, this attack occurred…’
His voice trailed off, filled with frustration.
Edgar had always been skeptical of Clayton’s intentions, but given the help Clayton had given Leila, he found it hard to criticize him now.
Leila’s eyes, filled with sadness, met Edgar’s.
‘That’s precisely what I was thinking before he got hurt.
It all seemed too coincidental.
I thought leila became powerful and rich that she can pay for bodyguard. But in this story she always alone.🤔