Chapter 403 I Can't Lose You

Both Sarah and Ashley bore the marks of the violent confrontation. As Sarah shoved Adam aside, the bullet narrowly missed its mark, but it grazed her shoulder, leaving a blistering streak of pain. Her skin throbbed, a raw reminder of how close she had come to serious harm. Ashley, however, faced an even harsher outcome. The surgical knife hurled by Sarah sliced through her wrist with unerring precision. Blood erupted in a vivid spray, painting the air with crimson. Her grip failed instantly, and the pistol slipped from her hand, clattering to the floor. Sarah quickly assessed the situation—the blade must have severed the nerve in her wrist, rendering her hand completely powerless. Adam's expression darkened like a brewing storm. His voice thundered with fury, "Are you out of your mind? What were you thinking, taking matters into your own hands like that?" He hadn’t needed her to intervene—his reflexes were more than enough to evade the bullet. But her sudden push disrupted his rhythm, throwing him off-balance and leaving him furious with himself for letting it happen. Now, as he took in the sight of her injury, a storm brewed inside him. Rage mingled with a deep, gut-wrenching pain. If sheer frustration could manifest, he would’ve throttled her for risking herself so recklessly. Her agony was his torment. Every glance at her mangled shoulder, raw and bloodied, made his chest tighten. The acrid scent of scorched flesh lingered in the air, fueling his desperation. It was a sight that froze him in place, his hands trembling as if his body itself couldn’t decide between rage and helplessness.