Chapter 719
Chapter 719:
“Esther…”
“Don’t move. Just lie still.” A low voice was heard.
With tremendous effort, Minnie forced her heavy eyelids open. Her blurred vision focused on a pair of intense eyes gazing down at her —eyes that belonged to a masked figure, the rest of his features hidden from view.
“Who are you?”
“Your friend passed out, but she’s fine. I’m taking you both up the mountain for treatment.”
“Thank you.”
The words had barely left her lips before darkness claimed her once again.
Aiden cast a grim look at the debris-strewn road behind them. The mountain path ahead was their only option now.
The Cullinan lived up to its reputation—even with a crumpled front, its engine held strong. Had it been any other vehicle, they’d be buried beneath the avalanche by now.
With practiced precision, Aiden guided the wounded vehicle up the treacherous mountain path.
A sea of anxious faces materialized around the car the moment they arrived, each person jostling for a glimpse inside.
As Conley’s sister, Esther’s safety wasn’t just a matter of conscience; it was a matter of survival. Even if blameless, they knew Conley’s fury would be all-consuming should any harm befall her.
“Miss Mendoza!” Aron lunged for the door handle, but in one fluid motion, Aiden’s boot sent him sprawling backward.
“What are you doing?”
𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗶𝘁 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺: g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹐ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Conley’s friends bristled at this silent act of aggression, their faces twisted with indignation.
But when they met Aiden’s steel-cold gaze, their bravado evaporated like morning dew. Something in those eyes stopped them dead in their tracks.
What was with this man?
What power lurked behind those eyes that could freeze blood with a single look?
Not even their family patriarchs possessed such a terrifying presence—an aura that spoke of dangers beyond their comprehension.
“Move!” Aiden emerged from the car. His voice, cold and authoritative, cleared his path.
Janice walked over, exchanged a look with Aiden, and slid into the car. Positioned beside the vehicle, Aiden made sure no one bothered Janice. Known as the surgeon MO, Janice was undoubtedly there to attend to the two girls’ injuries.
Realizing her profession, the crowd promptly gave way, not wanting to interfere.
“They’ve sustained some minor cuts and a light concussion. They need to rest well,” Janice said as she exited the car, having cared for the girls. Relieved by her words, the crowd sighed collectively.
With the girls out of danger, the bystanders felt secure, knowing they wouldn’t face consequences.
“Aiden…” Janice whispered to Aiden.
“I didn’t touch them,” Aiden interrupted, lifting his hands to show he hadn’t come close to the girls.
Janice rolled her eyes, slightly exasperated. “Why are you even telling me this? We aren’t dating. Even if you had, it wouldn’t concern me.”
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