Unfinished Business with You

Chapter 1262

Chapter 1262 Why Didn’t You Think About Me?

At this moment, Olivia was still disinfecting and dressing the wounds when Alex and Eugene burst into the room.

Despite her brief explanation of what had occurred, Eugene was taken aback by the ragged state of the people inside the room. "Olivia!" After that, he strode over to her and pulled her over while his eyes scanned her from head to toe, and he asked frantically, "Are you okay? Where are you hurt? Why didn't you go to the hospital? What happened?"

As he touched the wounds on her neck and stared at the bruises on her face, his heart pounded in agony. He bemoaned that he had let Jewel accompany her to dinner that evening instead of accompanying her himself.

However, the distressed expression in his eyes prompted Olivia to reassure him. "Don't worry, I'm fine. These are all just superficial injuries. I'll be healed up in a few days. We are also lucky that Mr. Bleu was here."

Surprised by that information, Eugene turned to look at Albert and River. "Thank you for your help, sirs."

"No need to be so polite with us, Mr. Nolan," Albert said. "Those people were after us as well. They spiked our tea with a drug; if Miss Maxwell hadn't noticed, we might all be dead by now. As for what happened later, it could have been their backup plan."

This came as a complete surprise to Eugene. "They tried to drug you? What on earth happened?"

After that, Olivia recounted, "The waiter said it was a complimentary drink from the restaurant owner. When I went to take a sip of the tea, I could smell the drug in it. After confronting the waiter, we saw

Blood Rose run off, so we gave chase. I believe Jewel and I were their intended targets and that Mr. Bleu was merely dragged into the fray." Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

However, Albert corrected her, "That's not true. Those people said they recognized River. If what you say is true, then I believe we have already been dragged into this mess. It took us a while to find you, but we're a little too late; otherwise, neither of you would be badly injured."

"The two of you were fast enough. If not for your help, Jewel and I might have died today," she responded.

"I'm sorry. I dragged everyone into this mess," Jewel stated guiltily.

"It's not you. I'm the cause of everything that has happened." As Alex held Jewel in his arms, his heart ached at the sight of the numerous wounds covering her body. None of this would have happened if I hadn't gone after Damian for vengeance. Thankfully, they located her in time to save her life. At this thought, he turned to look at Albert and River. "You have helped us twice now. I'll remember this forever. Please let me know if you ever need anything from me."

"You don't have to do that. All of us are not that badly injured. That is a better outcome than any possible," Albert said.

After hearing this, Alex grunted in assent before turning to Jewel. "How many of them were there?"

"Six," she answered.

That fact filled him with dread, for he dared not even contemplate how difficult it must have been to escape that fight. After all, I couldn't defeat Phantom in a one-on-one battle. Six assassins? Are they luring her out to kill her? Then, he put his hand on her shoulder and said in a loud, worried tone, "The

two of you just ran after them like fools even though there were six of them? They were clearly luring you into a trap!"

Jewel's voice was soft as she acknowledged her mistakes and said, "I saw a shadowy figure back then. Thinking it was Blood Rose, I was so furious I immediately ran after her. I led Olivia into danger."

"Oh, so you can think of that," Alex huffed angrily. "Why didn't you think about how there was no way she would allow herself to be discovered if there was no trap waiting for you?"

Olivia frowned at those words. She saw Alex's trembling as he held Jewel, which confirmed her suspicions that his anger stemmed from his anxiety. However, she did not want to hear anyone blaming Jewel.

I don't blame Jewel, but I understand how she feels. The person who had nearly killed her was standing right in front of her. How could she stand by and let the murderer walk free? As the saying goes, don't judge a man until you have walked a mile in his shoes. Absolute empathy does not exist, and although I can comprehend how she feels, I could not have experienced even 1% of what she felt.