Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Sophia was already gone by the time the lecturer and university staff arrived to handle the situation.

Timothy tried to take the blame on himself, but to his surprise, Eirene and Petros actually stepped up and claimed that it was their fault.

"Sorry, sir. We’re new to the university. I’m not too familiar with the place, so I tripped and fell." Eirene smiled. Her bruised nose had already recovered for good.

If it weren’t for the blood stains on her face, everyone would have doubted if she was truly slammed against the desk earlier.

Fortunately, not many suspected she had strong regenerative ability.

However, it did not escape Timothy’s keen observations. He had a conflicted look as he stared at Eirene’s face.

As he was the nearest to her, he had clearly seen the obvious injuries on her face. However, her wounds had healed in a blink of an eye.

He couldn’t believe it. What kind of supernatural regenerative ability was that?

If it were before, Timothy might have suspected that something must have been wrong with his eyes. But he was sure that something wasn’t right about Eirene and Petros.

Zachary was still unconscious by the time Timothy arrived at the hospital early the next morning.

Petros was rather ruthless, especially since his strength surpassed that of Zachary’s.

Timothy felt guilty, thinking that he shouldn’t have let Zachary go to the washroom alone.

He texted Ashton, but Ashton hadn’t replied. He wondered if Ashton might be mad at him for not looking after Zachary after seeing his text.

Zachary had a great personality and had been a cheerful person since young. He was also a bit of a chatterbox. Ashton had been impatient since young. He would get annoyed whenever people talked his ears off, but Zachary was the only exception he’d tolerate.

It was clear that Zachary was an important friend to Ashton. Timothy didn’t dare to imagine what Ashton would do if he were to find out what happened.

Sighing, Timothy took a seat by the hospital bed.

By the time Zachary woke up, he saw Timothy and hastily grabbed him by the arm.

"Hurry... Call Ashton.... Tell him not to come back!" Zachary said with some difficulty. He was worried that Ashton might return to the country just because he got beaten up. He couldn’t let Ashton come back.

"Something’s not right about that Petros and Eirene," he continued with a trembling voice.

He had witnessed something beyond his understanding, and Petros’ overwhelming strength filled him with fear." That’s not the kind of strength an ordinary person should have!"

Zachary was somewhat agitated, and Timothy hurriedly comforted him, saying, "Don’t get so worked up and just stay still. The doctors said you have multiple fractions and a concussion."

Timothy motioned for Zachary to lie down. "I’ve texted Ashton, but he hasn’t replied to me. Since there’s a time difference where he’s at, he’s probably asleep now. Don’t worry."

Zachary was stunned. He knew that it was impossible for Ashton to be asleep now. There was only one possibility if he wasn’t replying now-he was currently on a plane.

"Something’s definitely not right with Petros and Eirene," Timothy said with a frown. "Eirene was injured by Mrs. Black today. I clearly saw a bruise on her nose bridge, but it was gone in a split second."

Zachary looked at him in shock. "Her wound healed instantly? What kind of science fiction movie is this? Petros could easily lift me up with only a hand__"

Genuine fear coursed through him, and even his body had ached painfully in response.

"Perhaps we could ask my uncle about this," Timothy said, remembering Damien.

Damien had worked together with Dexter on a secret project years ago. Timothy figured that Damien would know what was going on.

Timothy dared not ask Dexter and Sophia directly as Sophia had always cast him an unfriendly gaze. He was worried that he might not be able to make it back in one piece.

As such, he could only ask Damien-the "jerk" whom Sophia referred to.

"You should get some rest in the hospital. Don’t worry, I’ll stay here with you." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Timothy was worried that Eirene and Petros would still go after Zachary. He got up and stepped out to make a call to Damien, wanting to know what exactly was going on.

Meanwhile, Zachary anxiously tried to reach for his phone, but both his arms were broken and his fingers were crushed by Petros. He couldn’t even touch his phone, let alone the screen.

He was worried about Ashton. It was evident that Petros and Eirene were after Ashton. Surely, he’d be safer staying overseas.

He did not know what to do if Ashton came back. He assumed that Ashton was no match for Eirene and Petros in a fight.

Zachary cried in frustration, finding himself useless when he couldn’t even win against them in a fight.

His phone fell onto the floor as he couldn’t hold it properly. He tried to get out of the bed to pick it up, but with his legs broken and arms immobile, he almost fell off the bed.

Fortunately, someone grabbed him by the back of his collar just in time.

Zachary felt relieved as he had thought he was about to ruin his face too. Fortunately, Timothy had come back in time. "Timothy, you-"

When he looked up, the rest of his words got stuck in his throat. He tensed up and stuttered, "A-Ash... Ashton!" Zachary couldn’t believe that Ashton was actually back. At that moment, all of Zachary’s pain and frustration surged up. His eyes grew red almost instantly before he burst into tears.

Ashton, wearing a cap and face mask, frowned as he lifted Zachary back into the bed. He then stood by the bedside and looked at Zachary, whose body was bandaged all over, with an unusually cold gaze.

He only passed Zachary a tissue once he was done crying.

"Are you stupid? Why did you come back? They were trying to provoke you to make you come back!" Zachary cried while blowing his nose, but Ashton did not seem to mind it. He reached out to wipe Zachary’s tears away, his gaze landing on the wounds on Zachary’s face.

Zachary had a fair and unblemished face, yet it was now bruised all over and covered with open wounds.

Ashton remained silent all the while, yet he was clearly in a bad mood.

Zachary said, "You should hurry up and go back! I’m telling you, that Petros isn’t human! Is he some kind of alien or has superpowers? He actually lifted me with one hand and threw me around like I was nothing "

He felt a little embarrassed, but he was impressed by Petros’ strength. Perhaps all guys just had an innate admiration towards people stronger than them.

"I’m five foot eight and weigh about 150 pounds, yet he picked me up just like that! That’s insane! I honestly thought I was on a drop tower back then-"Zachary grew even more excited the more he talked, as if he wasn’t the one who got beaten up.

Ashton massaged his temple as he listened to Zachary’s blabberings. When he finally quietened down out of embarrassment, Ashton asked, "Do you think he’s cool?"

Zachary averted his gaze diffidently. "It’s not that I think he’s cool; I just think his superpowers are cool."

"Do you want to see something cooler, then?" Ashton asked.

Zachary looked at him. "What?"

Ashton pulled a pair of black gloves out of his pocket, putting them on before pulling the brim of his cap down. His gaze suddenly turned sharp.

He then hurled the fruit knife from the table over without looking back as the person outside the ward neared the door.

Petros had been waiting for Ashton at the hospital. He hadn’t expected Ashton to actually come back for Zachary. Despite Petros’ quick reflex, he failed to dodge the knife which came out of nowhere. It pierced through his shoulders.

Zachary stared at Petros, who was at the door, in shock. Worried about Ashton, he cried out, "Run, Ashton!"

Ashton turned to look at Petros, giving him a cold smirk. It was too late now. Ashton had to make sure Petros died here today.