---- Chapter 203 Without immediate medical help, there was no way for Wendy to survive. She couldn't even feel it when Hudson tore open her clothes. All she heard was a ripping sound, and her dignity was shattered into pieces along with it. She forced her eyes open with all the strength she had left and pushed him away. "Don't touch me!" Her legs were still tightly bound by rope and zip ties. She couldn't stand and could only brace herself with her hands to try crawling toward the corner.

Hudson held his chest where she had shoved him, laughing witha filthy, lewd grin. "Wow, still playing the noble card, huh? If you'd just agreed to be mine-hell, maybe I'd have spared your life today." Wendy's head wobbled. Her blurry eyes fixed on the man slowly approaching her, and she cursed through clenched teeth. "Get lost, you disgusting freak. Don't touch me!" The insult set Hudson off. He stormed forward, grabbed her arm, and raised his hand to slap her.

"You bitch, how dare you-"" ---- But before the slap could land, someone grabbed his wrist with a crushing grip. "Malcom, what the hell are you doing? I was just-" Before he could finish, the intruder kicked him hard, sending him flying. A club swung down and cracked down on his head. "Who... who are you..." Dazed, Hudson couldn't get up. He could only vaguely see the figure kneeling beside the woman. It was someone tall and strong-clearly not Malcolm. He looked toward the doorway, confused.

In the dim light, he finally saw Malcolm's motionless body lying outside. Panic surged. He tried to rise and fight back, but a brick came flying through the air and struck him square in the head. With a dull thud, Hudson collapsed to the ground. 'As Wendy slipped into unconsciousness, she felt someone come over. A pair of cold hands wrapped around her shoulders. She fought with all she had. "Let go of me! Don't touch me!" "It's me, Wendy. Don't be afraid.

It's me." The voice in her ear was gentle and familiar, but her mind couldn't place it. She stared at the familiar outline in the dark and murmured, " ---- Liam." James froze the moment he heard that name. The flicker of displeasure in his eyes vanished almost instantly. Right now, the only thing that mattered was getting Wendy out of here. He carried her to the car. Once the lights came on, he finally saw the state she was in. Cuts, bruises, and dirt covered her body.

The sight made his breath hitch, a sharp pain stabbing through his chest. How did this happen? He had gotten here as fast as he could and wrestled her from the hands of those thugs-yet she still ended up like this. James shut his eyes for a second, then cut off the zip ties around her ankles and draped his jacket over her. Wendy's skin was burning hot and slightly flushed. Even in her coma, her brow remained tightly furrowed, as if she were being haunted by a nightmare. "T'm here.

I'm taking you home now. Don't be scared, Wendy. I won't let anything happen to you." As soon as he finished speaking, another car came up the small road and pulled up beside his car.