Anastasia's face was pale. She was biting her lower lip, unwilling to give up.
"Chase her. Don't let her run away!"
How could she let that woman run away?
She almost caught the woman.
Christian's eyes were cold. He suppressed his emotions.
"Don't worry. She can't run away. You are injured. I will take you to the hospital."
His emotions seemed to burst through his chest at any time, especially when he saw Anastasia getting hurt because of him.
That indescribable emotion tightly wrapped around his heart, tightening inch by inch, making his heartbeat violent.
Anastasia's legs were fine. It was useless for her to struggle. Christian did not let her go, as if he was deliberately against her.
Lisa picked up the dagger on the ground with the tissue she carried with her and chased after the woman.
In the hospital, Anastasia felt the pain in her arm.
The wound was deep, but fortunately, no nerves were injured.
When the doctor applied the medicine and sewed the wound, Anastasia's forehead sweated from pain. Her face was pale.
Christian watched her with caring eyes. Seeing her enduring the pain, he suddenly grabbed her hand and held it tightly.
"Don't be afraid. I will make her pay the price."
Anastasia had always been strong and sensible and never bothered Christian.
But now she accidentally revealed her fragile side, which made him feel sorry.
She kept saying that she hated him and wanted to separate herself from him.
But when there was danger, she was the most desperate one.
If she didn't love him deeply, how could she get hurt because of him?
Anastasia took a deep breath, endured the pain in her arm, and withdrew her hand. The pain was killing her.
When she looked at Christian, her eyes were indifferent.
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