BuzzNovelChapter 123
York squeezed his eyes shut on instinct, but that only made him more keenly aware of Alessia’s arms tightening
around him-almost as if she were saying, | won't let them take you.
Her embrace soothed something deep inside him. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw Alessia’s jaw set
hard, her gaze locked on the man in black. There was a fierce, unyielding determination in her face, as if she'd
fight to the bitter end.
“Hey! What's going on here?” A security guard crunning down the slope, baton in hand.
“Damn it,” the man in black muttered through clenched teeth. He had no choice but to leave. The car’s engine
revved, and the other two men scrambled in after him, speeding off in a rush.
“Are you two alright?” The guard jogged over, concern etched on his face.
“Please call the police,” Alessia said, loosening her grip on York as she slowly stood. Hér expression had already
slipped back to its usual calm, and when she glanced at her arm-now bloody and torn-she only frowned slightly,
as if it were a minor inconvenience.
“Alessia... are you okay?” York's vision blurred as he looked up at her, the tears he’d been fighting finally spilling
over.
He wiped at his face, but the tears just kept coming. His hands were covered in tiny cuts, his hair a wild mess
with a few leaves still tangled in it. At spoint, his shirt had been torn, and his face was streaked with dirt and
tears-a sorry sight, really, like a lost child.
Alessia had half a mind to scold him, but in the end, she just plucked the leaves from his hair and gave his head
a gentle rub.
“Is this your phone?” The guard bent to pick up a phone ringing nearby.
“Yes, thank you.” Alessia took it from him and silenced the blaring siren.
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“Which family are you with?”
“The Tate family.”
“We've already called the police. But you look pretty hurt-I should call an ambulance.”
“No need. Our family doctor can get here faster,” Alessia replied, pulling a tracksuit
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from her backpack and, with the guard’s help, wrapping it around her bleeding armi
The guard nodded, understanding-rich families always had their own private doctors. Still, he couldn't help but
feel a bit of admiration for Alessia, who stayed so composed despite her obvious pain.
“Con, let's get you in the car. I'll drive you home. I'll need to get your statements later,” he said.
Alessia didn’t protest. She took York's hand and led him to the car. The whole ride back, York was silent, clinging
tight to her hand.
“Mr. Tate? Yes, it’s the security guard... Your younger son almost got grabbed by straffickers, but-don’t
worry, he’s safe. Your daughter was there-she was very brave. She got hurt, but... Ah, | see. Of course, I'll speak
with your housekeeper instead,” the guard said into his phone, then hung up, looking awkward.
His gaze drifted to the siblings. Their
own father, too busy with business to
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own three—year—old daughter, and
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“Mr. Tate's tied up at work. He said to coordinate with
your butler.”
“Please have a seat. Butler Dawson
should be here any minute,” Alessia
said, as if she'd dene
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housekeeper, bustled over, her face
full of worry. She fetched the first aid
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“Oh dear... Oh my goodness...” Mae gasped at the sight of Alessia’s wound, sucking in a sharp breath, hands
trembling as she tried to figure out what to do.
Alessia, by contrast, was
calm—almost detached, as if the
injury belonged to someone else. She
coolly instructed \ige (¢) hewad
disinfedteft dress the wound. Soon,
Butler Dawson arrived with two
police officers. They listened as
Alessia gave her
statement—composed and thorough,
even recalling the license plate and
describing two of the men in detail.
“You did well, but that was reckless. If the guard hadn't shown up, both of you could’ve been taken,” Dawson
admonished gently.
“Say thank you to the police officers and the security guard,” Alessia told York, giving his head another
reassuring pat. He was still shaken, but obediently did as he was told.
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