Chuck tried to reach Yvette via phone but the line was busy. He was worried that some killer could have gotten to her.
He continued to dial her number. Fortunately, she picked up the call on his second attempt and said, "Hubby, I'll be there. Wait for me."
Chuck was relieved.
"Betty, let's go to the airport!" Chuck instructed.
"Yes, Young Master, let's go downstairs. The car is ready," Betty led him downstairs.
She drove him to the airport.
The private airplane had been ready prior to departure. It would take quite a while for them to reach the United States.
As soon as they arrived at the airport, the two of them entered the waiting hall.
Chuck was rather bothered. Yvette had been in constant danger for the past few days. At the very least, he could only hope that she would be able to reach the airport safely.
As the clock was ticking, Betty asked, "Young Master, do you need me to go and pick Yvette up now?"
The killing order from the organization wasn't to be played around with. After all, Yvette was not that strong. Judging solely by her ability to hang on for a couple of days alone, her skills had significantly improved.
Chuck grew anxious with each passing second. While he was calling Yvette, Betty signaled to him and heaved a sigh of relief, "Young Master, Yvette has reached. She's over there."
He looked over and saw a woman in a cap approaching them. He dashed forward and held her tightly in his arms.
"Darling, it hurts," Yvette's lips were pale. She had been surrounded thrice for the past three days, and each time she almost lost her life. Thankfully, Yvette had resisted and survived.
Chuck was heart-broken. How much pain did she endure in the past three days?
Undeniably, he would seek his mother's help once they arrived in the United States.
Chuck quickly released her and whispered softly, "Honey, let's get on the plane."
"Okay." Yvette wore a weary and haggard look. She was extremely exhausted and could finally have a good rest.
"Betty, get on the plane," Chuck ordered.
With Betty leading the way, Chuck assisted Yvette to board the plane. He came to know that she was in a bad state and wanted to examine her injury.
Yvette shook her head and refused, "No, it's very awful. Don't look."
She knew that there were bruises all over her body, and she even had a gunshot wound. As a woman, she hoped that Chuck could see her at her best. Now that she was injured, she refused to let him see her ugly injuries.
"It's not like I haven't seen it before," Chuck's heart ached.
"No worries, I will be fine after some rest," Yvette replied pleadingly.
She would not know how to reject him if Chuck really insisted on checking on her injuries.
"Young Master, please allow me to take a look..." Betty offered to help.
Yvette let out a sigh of relief. Ultimately, they were all women and she was fine with having Betty check instead.
Chuck responded, "Okay. Honey, I'll leave you two then."
He walked out and found a place to sit. The plane had already departed for the United States.
Betty wanted to examine Yvette's body. She asked, "Take off your clothes. You must be seriously injured."
"Alright." Yvette was slightly embarrassed. Even if she was a woman, Chuck had been the only person to see her figure. When she was in college, she chose not to stay at the hostel so she didn't have to show her bare body to others.
Still, it was better than letting Chuck see herself in such a state.
Yvette followed Betty's instructions and removed her clothes. Betty saw that she had wounds all over her body. Despite the bruises and scars on her body, it couldn't hide her beauty. Betty began to treat Yvette's wound.
"Have you...have you tied the knot with Young Master?" Betty asked on behalf of Karen.
If they had a baby already, then...
"No, not yet," Yvette shook her head and denied immediately.
She had been with Chuck for such a long time. If Yvette was unaware that Karen had killed her father, she might have already been pregnant with his child already.
However, she knew what Karen had done in the past. At the present moment, she felt a deep sense of guilt to be with Chuck, as she felt sorry for her father. It was something that she could never be at peace at, for now.
"Then did Young Master ask for it?"
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