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Chapter Twenty-two: On the Run

Author: Joyce writer
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-24 02:31:56

~Mia’s POV~

I couldn't fathom what was happening. How did Robert find me? How could he possibly fight, handle firearms, run like an athlete, and carry me like a soldier rescuing his comrade—only to surrender himself to the police? It was all a mystery.

As we stood, waiting to be arrested, I sensed his fear. Just then, headlights flashed through the darkness, racing toward us. A thick cloud of tear gas filled the air, making everything blur into chaos.

It was toxic. I couldn’t breathe. My chest tightened as I slowly began to lose consciousness. Gunshots rang out, but it was impossible to see who was shooting or being shot at.

I felt Robert’s arms gently lifting me into a black van, and within seconds, we were on the move.

During the ride, an excruciating pain surged through me. I cried out. I knew I’d been shot. A bullet had pierced my arm.

“Hurry, bring the first aid box!” Robert’s voice shook with worry.

I groaned, gritting my teeth in pain. They shoved a cloth between my teeth, and
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