Female Novel
Chapter 1192
Joseph stopped hesitating and brought Mitchell out along with the bodyguards because Ashton had
repeated his instruction and made himself clear.
“Don’t you dare try anything silly! Otherwise, get yourself ready to bear the consequences of your
actions! Argh!”
Mitchell’s shriek could soon be heard reverberating around the confined space. I could vividly imagine
his arm being twisted by brute force. Consequently, I started retching in disgust.
Even after one of his arms was forcefully broken, Mitchell continued warning Ashton, “Why don’t you
take me out? As long as I’m alive, I’ll come after you! Argh—”
Suddenly, he stopped shrieking out of the blue. As silence fell, I knew Mitchell must have passed out
due to the racking sensation he felt when they tried to break his other arm.
Overwhelmed by a sense of insecurity, I grasped Ashton’s arm and asked, “Where’s Jackson? Have
you found Emma?”
Emma was the most innocent of them all. She was abducted when she had nothing to do with the
vicious man, so she must be horrified.
On the other hand, although Jackson wasn’t stabbed at a fatal point, I was afraid he might be heavily
injured. Despite the grudge he held against me, he had still rushed to my rescue in the nick of time.
Once the emotions I had been suppressing came flooding out, torrents of grief streamed down my
cheeks.
“You need to calm down.” Ashton wrapped his arm around me in support. He then said with a helpless
expression, “I’m not aware Jackson has been hurt.”
Startled, I questioned, “What? Hasn’t John sent you?”
He shook his head and replied, “Armond was the one who dropped me a text of the address and the
photos of you being unconscious.”
W-Why would Armond get in touch with Ashton when he was one of the masterminds behind the
abduction?
We were on Mitchell’s territory, so Ashton knew the Ziegler family had been alerted about the situation.
Thus, once he got me a bathrobe to cover myself, he brought me away without further ado.
Fortunately, Emma, who had been imprisoned in another room, was fine. Ashton had reached there in
time to save her. I was relieved to see that she had been brought into the car ahead of me.
As soon we departed, I snatched Ashton’s phone away from him and called John. I knew my brother
would never stay out of it because his bodyguards had been there when we were abducted in front of
the clinic.
John picked up seconds after the call was made. “I’m in the middle of something. You better have good
news for me.”
Judging by the petulant manner, I knew he must have thought it was a call from Ashton. “John! It’s me!”novelbin
“Letty? Why are you using Ashton’s phone? Has he abducted you?” John got worked up and probed
further, “Are you okay? What about Emma? Is she hurt? Are you two hurt?”
He bombarded me with all sorts of questions. I hurriedly shared the summary with him and denoted, “It
was Armond. Emma and I are fine. How’s Jackson?”
At the mention of Jackson, John went dead silent. A few seconds later, he said, “He was rushed to the
hospital, but the doctor said we need to get ourselves ready because he bled excessively.”
The news hit me like a truck, and my mind went completely blank as I started panting heavily.
Sitting outside of the operating theater, my heart wrenched. I clasped my fingers and begged God to be
merciful. Jackson’s life shouldn’t be taken away when he had done nothing wrong.
When Ashton showed up and insisted on bringing me over for a round of check-ups, I dismissed him.
Eventually, John showed up and brought up the same request. Although I knew it was for the sake of
my children, I turned both of them down.
Jackson was the one who had spent the most time by my side. When something happened to Macy, I
couldn’t keep her company. I couldn’t afford to leave Jackson when he needed me the most. No matter
what, I wouldn’t leave anymore.
Three hours into the operation, after Lydia showed up, the doctor walked out and notified us to get
ourselves ready for the worst. Ashamed, I avoided Lydia’s gaze. She was about to say something, yet
she changed her mind and took a seat opposite me in the end.
Everyone was on pins and needles when the doctor walked out of the operating theater after some
time. We immediately surrounded him, hoping for some piece of information. He asked, “Who’s the
patient’s family member?”