Chapter 119 The Trigger
Felix was just about to curse when a gun was pressed against his head, the cold barrel a silent threat that could go off at any moment.
He froze on the spot, not daring to move a muscle.
“Who… who are you people?”
His voice shook, each word laced with fear and desperation.
Anyone bold enough to carry a gun in Solandis was no ordinary person.
On the bed, Amelia lay still until someone suddenly yanked her wrist and pulled her into a firm embrace.
With her face buried against a chest, she didn’t even try to see who it was.
A suit jacket settled gently on her shoulders, and as the familiar scent reached her, a wave of relief washed over her body.
It was Dylan.
Lifting her gaze, she saw Felix slumped against the wall, his face pale and drained.
Two bodyguards flanked him, their guns aimed steadily at his head.
Amelia clutched the jacket tightly around herself. Moments later, those familiar arms encircled her from behind once more.
Then she noticed something new in her hands.
Dylan’s chin came to rest on her shoulder, his voice calm. “Do you remember how to use it?”
A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes. It was only then that she realized that a gun had somehow found its way into her hands.
He stood behind her, close, guiding her like he was teaching her to handle it for the first time.
Her mind was blank, but a storm of anger surged inside her, crashing and burning.
She took a steady breath. “I can learn.”
Dylan’s hand slid over hers, steady and deliberate, guiding her through the motions.
“This is how you load it. This is the trigger. Aim.”
His chin remained lightly against her shoulder. The two bodyguards, weapons aimed at Felix, struggled to maintain their composure. Was this truly their boss?
From their vantage point, Dylan’s frame nearly engulfed Amelia entirely.
But Amelia, still in shock, didn’t even notice.
Once Dylan finished guiding her hand, he let go.
The meaning was unmistakable; whether to fire or not rested entirely in her hands.
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With both hands clutching the gun, Amelia heard Felix’s panicked voice echoing
“Amelia, don’t be impulsive! This is a serious crime! And don’t forget who I am! I’m Nolan’s uncle. You care about Nolan, don’t you? Have you even considered how you’ll explain this to him?”
The moment he stopped speaking, a gunshot tore through the air.
“Aaahhh!”
Felix screamed in agony, clutching his thigh.
But then came a second shot and a third.
Amelia turned to Dylan.
His chin remained on her shoulder. As she shifted, her lips unintentionally grazed his cheek.
It was only at that moment that she became aware of their proximity. Startled, her hold on the gun slipped, causing it to discharge.
The bullet hit Felix squarely in the chest.
This time, he lacked even the strength to cry out, collapsing soundlessly to the ground.
Amelia’s expression shifted instantly. She stepped away from Dylan in a hurry, blurting out the first thing that came to mind.
“Mr. Hale, did I just make a huge mistake?”
The bodyguards rushed over to check on Felix.
“Ms. Summers, he’s still alive, but he’ll remain in a vegetative state from now on.”
A faint sigh of relief escaped Amelia’s lips. As long as Felix survived, this was already the most favorable
outcome.
Her gaze dropped to the gun in her hand, its surface now smeared with blood, and Dylan’s fingertips were stained as well.
Hurriedly, she stood up and began looking around for tissues.
It crossed her mind that someone like Dylan, always so distant and untouchable, should never have to deal with something as filthy as blood.
Yet her quick attempt to pull away only made Dylan’s expression darken.
Slowly, he pushed himself upright, bracing against the wall. For a moment, he looked unexpectedly fragile.
Just moments ago, he’d been so commanding, but now, he looked like the one in need of protection.
Startled, Amelia forgot all about her own injuries and rushed to support him.
“Mr. Hale, are you alright?”
He gave a slight shake of his head, his expression steady. “Just a little shaken.”
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A wave of guilt washed over her. She was covered in blood. Had Dylan Hale ever seen something so horrif before?
Or maybe it was that car accident from years ago. Maybe it had left him traumatized, unable to face scenes like this.
Hastily, she pulled his suit jacket tighter around herself and adjusted her grip to support him more firmly
“I’ll help you back to your wheelchair. I’m sorry… I’ll tend to my wounds right away.”
Dylan’s face was pale. He hesitated for a few seconds before finally taking her wrist.
ided
Amelia looked at him in surprise, but he her gaze.
“Let’s go back to Palm Bay.”
“Oh, alright. Mr. Hale, would you like to rest now?” she asked, recalling her role as his sleeping remedy.
Dylan simply pressed his lips together and let out a quiet “Mm.”
Amelià turned his wheelchair and guided him back to the car. Neither of them spared Felix a glance as he lay on the ground. The bodyguards would handle him.
The bodyguards stayed behind at the scene for a while. Eventually, one of them couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Did you hear that? Just now, Mr. Hale said he was shaken?”
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