Chapter 10
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"Emily, are you okay?" Jack asked, holding her gently. Emily didn't speak, just cried silently in his arms.
Jenny Yates struggled to her feet, seething with rage. She had rushed back from studying abroad upon hearing about her brother's impending marriage, only to find his lifeless body. Sam hadn't told her that Jack had killed George, fearing she'd act recklessly. But Jenny blamed Emily for bringing this misfortune. Therefore, this happened.
"You're all useless! I got hit, and you just stood there? Get him!" she screamed at the surrounding thugs.
The thugs snapped out of their daze and charged at Jack.
"Jack, be careful," Emily called out worriedly.
Jack smiled gently at her. "Close your eyes. It'll be over soon." Despite her worry, Emily obediently closed her eyes.
Jack's expression turned deadly as he faced the oncoming attackers.
Whoosh!
A sharp sonic boom echoed. Jack moved so fast it seemed he hadn't moved at all. Then the thugs fell to the ground, screaming, their limbs twisted and broken. The crowd gasped, watching in horror and awe as if they were witnessing a movie scene. They hadn't even seen Jack strike, but the thugs got hurt.
Jenny stood frozen, unable to comprehend what had just happened. As Jack glanced at her, she tried to muster a retort, but before she could speak, Jack scooped up Emily and walked away. She stumbled forward, intending to confront him, but fell to the ground in pain.
Jenny felt an unbearable, excruciating pain in her leg. Lowering her head in confusion, she witnessed a horrifying scene: the leg she had just stepped on belonging to Emily had vanished below the knee, blood gushing out and staining the ground.
"Ahhh!" She screamed and asked for help, but the onlookers were too terrified to help. Her thugs lay incapacitated, unable to assist her.
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Inside the Foster villa, Jack gently placed Emily on her bed. The room was just as it had been eight years ago. Jack quickly found a medical kit and began applying ointment to Emily's wounds.
"Jack, if my face gets scarred, will you still love me?" Emily asked nervously.
Jack smiled and took a small bottle from his pocket. "Don't worry. This is a special ointment from the military. It works wonders on scars."
As he finished applying the ointment, the door burst open. Nancy stormed in, her face dark with anger. "You troublemaker! Who let you in here? Get out now!"
"Mom, he's my husband!" Emily protested, struggling to stand in front of Jack.
"Bullshit!" Nancy shouted. "Did you exchange vows? Have a wedding? One night of foolishness and you think you're Mrs. Steele?"
Emily was at a loss for words.
Jack stood up; his tone sincere. "I've returned to give Emily the grand wedding she deserves."
"You?" Nancy sneered. "Eight years in the army and all you learned was how to talk big? Is that all the military taught you?"
"In one week, I will propose to Emily on the tallest building in Wyndcrest, the Star of Wyndcrest, and host a city-wide wedding celebration," Jack declared firmly. He had calculated that the Steele family issue would be resolved in three days, and he would need a few more days to assess Edwin's brother. A week would be enough.
Emily's eyes filled with tears of joy. She covered her mouth to stifle her sobs. After eight years of waiting, the day had finally come. Even if she doubted Jack's ability to pull it off, his intentions made her incredibly happy.
Nancy scoffed, clearly disbelieving. Just then, Frank rushed in, looking panicked. He whispered to Nancy about the commotion outside, "There's big trouble outside!"
Nancy was on the verge of a breakdown, her eyes fixed intensely on Jack. "Jack, did you hurt Jenny outside?"
"Yes," Jack admitted calmly.
"You're going to get us all killed!" Nancy felt faint, overwhelmed by the situation.
She pointed a trembling finger at Jack, her face twisted with rage. "You troublemaker! All you bring is trouble. How dare you dream of marrying my daughter!"
"I tell you, the injury to Jenny has nothing to do with us. This is on you alone. We're not taking responsibility for what you've done!" Nancy's hair was disheveled, and she looked like a devil as she screamed at Jack.
Just then, a loud commotion erupted outside. A furious voice boomed, "Who hurt my daughter? Get out here!"
Frank hurried to the window, then turned back, crying, "It's over! Sam is here with hundreds of thugs. They've surrounded the house!"
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