Facade of Love Novel novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270 A Rash Defense 

In no time at all, Charlie’s face was sporting a new set of colorful bruises. 

Charlie was not about to just roll over. After taking that hit, he threw one right back at Idris with equal force. In a heartbeat, the two guys were locked in a full–on scrap. Neither was known for pulling punches, but it looked like they were both out for blood, going at it violently. I stood there, stunned for a few seconds, before spinning around to Officer Jackson with a look of sheer panic. “Officer Jackson, you’ve got to do something to break it up!” 

Officer Jackson just watched the two go at it, not saying a word. Instead, he gestured to a chair that had been pulled out and said, “Ms. Scott, have a seat.” 

He even offered me a cup of water, which I barely noticed as I was too busy staring at the two men, now both looking pretty roughed up. 

“Don’t worry, we’re at the police station. They’ll be fine,” Officer Jackson finally spoke up. Mr. Young knows what he’s doing.” 

My worry was evident. Watching them go back and forth, it was clear Idris was getting the better of Charlie, who was visibly struggling. His face was swelling up where Idris had hit him, and then there was his leg… 

It hit me all at once that Charlie was still recovering from a recent car accident. As I saw Idris’s foot swing towards Charlie’s leg, I did not think twice. I ran forward, yelling at the top of my lungs, “Stop… Ouch!” 

It was pure reflex, the yelling and the blocking. 

The second the pain hit, I realized I had done something incredibly dumb. Idris’s foot was meant for Charlie’s shin, but it found my waist instead. I had darted out so fast, he could not pull back in time. Just like that, I was on the ground, no harm intended. The ache wrapped around my middle, stealing my breath. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face. 

“Yvette!” 

“Ms. Scott!‘ 

Idris called out first, followed by Charlie. 

Idris was by my side in a flash, cradling me close. His hands fluttered around, wanting to check for injuries but not sure where to start. 

“We need to get you to a hospital,” he said, scooping me up in his arms. 

I pushed against him gently, the pain subsiding a little. “I’m fine,” I assured him. 

Charlie had caught up by then, pressing gently on my waist. I could not help but wince, and he shot Idris a look so cold it could freeze fire, his voice laced with fury. “Idris, how could you hurt her?” 

Idris was silent, his face a storm of anger and regret. He held his tongue, however. 

When Charlie reached out to take me, Idris dodged him, his voice a low growl. “Back off.” 

Charlie was not having any of it. “You hurt her, and you think you can still touch her?” he snapped. 

Talk about a low blow. 

I knew Idris had not meant it, and as the pain eased off a bit more, I found the strength to say, looking at them both, “Guys, really, I’m okay.” 

Trying to get up from Idris’s arms, I found him reluctant to let go. I met his gaze, firm yet gentle. “I’m fine, you can let go now.” 

Before Idris could say a word, Charlie quickly grabbed me from Idris’s arms. He yanked me up so fast that I accidentally pulled at the sore spot on my waist where I had been kicked, and I could not help but gasp from the sharp pain. 

Charlie’s face went ghostly white. “Did I hurt you?”