Revenge On Her Ex After Rebirth
Chapter 1035 You'Ve Never Made Me Feel Safe.

Chapter 1035 You've Never Made Me Feel Safe.

The sound of an explosion echoed in the air.

Besse looked at the two lies a few yards away from her on the ground.

She didn't move, but instead, she was frozen in place like a puppet, watching them.

Suddenly, one of them seemed to move a bit. He twisted his body slightly. It was pain that made him quickly come to a stop. Without staying still for a few seconds, he sat up from the ground. "Oscar!" he called out to the person behind him.

When the car exploded, Oscar pushed him away. Theodore just watched him lying motionless on the ground like that. Oscar's back was too horrible to look at. Scorched flesh was all over him. His face was covered in flood, barely recognizable.

"Oscar!" Theodore called out nervously again.

He couldn't die!

After going through everything, he couldn't die like this.

Besse heard Theodore's urgent voice, from which she could even feel his fear.

She tightly bites her lip, looking at Oscar without making any sound.

"Oscar, Oscar wake up!" Theodore's frightened voice echoed once again.

There was no response received from Oscar.

Theodore quickly grabbed his arm and tried to help him up, then rushed him to the hospital.

"Theodore," Oscar suddenly spoke up in a very low voice. But it was not as weak as he imagined.

It seemed that after a long break and adjustment, he finally spoke. He didn't reveal his true physical state.

He said, "Don't touch me, I'm fine."

"You're covered in blood, don't tell me you're fine!"

"I'm not dead."

"I'll take you to the hospital!" Theodore said as he helped Oscar up.

"I'll get up myself." Oscar opened his eyes.

As he opened his eyes, blood streamed down his face from his forehead. His eyes filled with blood.

"Forget about your dignity!" Theodore was a little speechless.

Oscar was more seriously injured than him. Not only being impacted by the explosion just now but Oscar had also been hit by another blast earlier before he was stuck in the car and had even been burned and gotten choked by the thick smoke.

Theodore could see how bad his physical condition was at the moment. Oscar, however, couldn't sense Theodore's emotions at all. Slowly, he stood up from the ground.

As he rose to his feet, there was more blood oozing out from the severely wounded flesh on his back. He seemed not to feel the pain at all. His tall and towering figure looked as if it could never be knocked down.

His eyes flickered slightly. Oscar watched Besse shivering in front of him. She was sitting on the ground, hugging herself, with traces of scratches from the car accident on her body. Her face was pale and ever her lips had no trace of color.

She saw him stand up and walk over to her. Besse looked up at his face. Though there were blood stains all over him and his clothes were ragged, he looked intense.

He crouched down and said, "It's okay, I'll take you to the hospital."

Then he reached out his bloody hand, intending to pick her up from the floor.

"Doyle..." Besse spoke up.

The first thing she said when she opened her mouth was to call out another man's name.

Oscar pursed his lips, which was just a slight expression.

"We've already sent people to rescue him. Don't worry, he'll be fine." Said he.

When Oscar and Theodore arrived, the unconscious Doyle was dragged into that car. He was well aware that Besse would be more concerned about Doyle's safety, so he mobilized all manpower to chase the car and rescue Doyle. Only he and Theodore stayed behind to save Besse.

"I don't believe you," Besse said coldly. "You can't save anyone and you've never made me feel safe."

Oscar remained silent, still stung by Besse's words.

Besse tried hard to stand up from the ground by herself.

Due to severe pain in one of her legs, she almost lost her balance and fell. Oscar quickly supported her, who instinctively grabbed his arm tightly.

Her hands were stained with his blood. And she loosed her grip the next second as if she had touched something dirty. Oscar saw all her rejection directed at him, every single bit of it. He watched as Besse steadied herself and silently let go of his hands.

Then he pulled out his phone, fingers stained with blood and grime. Thankfully, the phone still worked. He dialled a number.

"What's the situation?"

Oscar's voice was cold and firm, not indicating his weakened state.

"Commander, we have surrounded them and are preparing to rescue them. Any updates will be reported to you immediately." "Use caution and don't make any rash moves with hostages involved. I'll be there soon."

"Roger that."

Oscar hung up the phone and turned to Theodore. "Go to the scene now."

"But your condition..." Theodore hesitated.

When their eyes met, Theodore relented.

"Do you want to come too?" Oscar asked Besse.

Besse nodded without hesitation; it was already a foregone conclusion that she would go along with whatever happened next. "Theodore, carry her into the car."

"Thanks for your help, Mr Wold," Besse said quietly as she realized that her leg injury made walking impossible without assistance from someone else.

Though confused, Theodore bent down quickly and lifted her into his arms, while Oscar opened the passenger door on his side before getting in himself. Besse saw Oscar's nasty wounds on his back from behind, but she said nothing.