The Heiress Who Watched Them Fall

Chapter 4

“Careful!”

Clara reacted without thinking and rushed forward, shoving Scarlett out of the way.

“Ah!”

Scarlett screamed and fell to the ground.

Julian instinctively caught Scarlett in his arms.

He looked up, about to question her. “Clara, what are you—”

His voice cut off abruptly.

Clara was already engaged in a fight with the man who had drawn the dagger.

“Clara!” Julian’s expression changed drastically. He instinctively released Scarlett and tried to rush forward, but she clung tightly to him.

“Don’t go, Julian... I’m scared... He has a knife... he’ll kill us. I’m so scared, stay with me, please?” Scarlett held onto his waist desperately.

“Clara used to be a cop. She’s always been physically fit. It’s just one thug—it won’t be a problem.”

Julian hesitated for a moment. After seeing Scarlett’s reddened eyes, he still did not move forward.

“Alright, I’ll listen to you.”

Clara heard their exchange, and her heart immediately turned half cold.

For Scarlett, Julian had actually abandoned her life so easily.

Before coming here, she had reviewed the man’s file.

He was a former mercenary—his physical strength was far beyond hers.

The next second, the blade sliced into her shoulder, and Clara let out a muffled groan.

Taking advantage of the moment she glanced toward Julian, the man slammed a heavy punch into her abdomen and raised the dagger again.

The blade plunged deep into Clara’s left abdomen.

“Clara!” Julian’s pupils contracted sharply.

Scarlett immediately collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face. “Julian... when Clara pushed me earlier, I think I sprained my ankle. Can you take me to the hospital? I’ve already called the police. They’ll be here soon. Clara will definitely be fine.”

Over there, Clara pressed her hand against her bleeding left abdomen, cold sweat covering her forehead.

The man grinned viciously as he pulled out the dagger. “Looks like your partner doesn’t care about you.”

Before he could finish, he lunged at her again.

Clara barely managed to dodge sideways, but the blade still scraped her ribs, leaving another wound.

The intense pain blurred her vision, yet Julian still stayed by Scarlett’s side.

Did he really... not care whether she lived or died?

Clara suddenly remembered three years ago in Latin America, when she had been kidn*pped and Julian had taken multiple stab wounds just to save her.

Back then, he had shielded her with his body, covered in blood, still comforting her.

“Don’t be afraid, Clara... I’m here.”

But now, even as she was on the verge of death, Julian did not even glance at her.

“Ugh!”

The third stab plunged brutally into her thigh.

Clara finally gave out, dropping to one knee as warm blood kept spilling through her fingers, pooling into a small, blinding red stain beneath her.

Her vision blurred as she saw Julian lift Scarlett into his arms and walk away without a second glance.

Despair surged over Clara like a freezing tide, swallowing her whole.

“Stop! Police!”

“Clara!”

Several plainclothes officers rushed over and quickly subdued the assailant.

Someone pressed hard on her bleeding wound, panic in their voice. “Clara! Hold on! Ambulance! Call the ambulance, now!”

Clara closed her eyes, and her consciousness completely faded.