Chapter: 2448
Davey gestured toward the first-aid kit.
The driver, still in shock, was rendered speechless.
Upon Davey's fingers tapping the car seat, the driver abruptly returned to reality. “Apologies... Apologies... Mr. Glyn!"
The driver promptly retrieved the first-aid kit and meticulously wrapped Davey's hand with gauze.
Displeased by the slow handling, Davey swiftly seized the gauze, wound it around his hand in rapid gestures, and ripped it away. Next, he applied another strip around his neck.
To Davey, the injury was inconsequential. It was merely the source of discomfort caused by Casey, which still troubled him. It was a pain stemming from disappointment. He felt profoundly let down by her!
After fleeing, Casey darted into a bustling restaurant teeming with people. Covered in blood and appearing disheveled, she urgently implored, “Please, help me! Call the police!"
Noticing Casey trembling uncontrollably, the middle-aged restaurant owner swiftly gestured for her to take a seat.
The owner, a local resident unfamiliar with English but versed in basic foreign language skills, could communicate adequately with Casey.
Casey informed the owner that someone was attempting to kidnap her and pleaded for the owner to call the police.
Initially calming Casey, the owner then rose to retrieve her cellphone and handed it to Casey.
Casey successfully reached the local law enforcement and began providing the address, with the helpful owner assisting by informing her of their location.
As Casey asked again, seeking clarity, the owner was about to respond when a sudden commotion erupted in the restaurant.
A towering figure loomed at the entrance, casting a shadow over the restaurant's light! The source of the disturbance was his complete saturation in blood, resembling a figure sculpted from crimson, except for his untouched face.
Casey's expression twisted into terror. Davey's swift awakening caught her off guard. The twisted fork had failed to stop him.
Despite the gauze wrapping around his hand, the large hole in his palm rendered the bandaging ineffective, allowing the bleeding to persist unabated.
"Casey, I've come to take you home!" Each step Davey took left a trail of steady blood drips through the restaurant.
Casey's complexion drained of color instantly, consumed by fear. She grasped the owner's arm in panic, pleading, “That's the person who kidnapped me. Please, don't let him take me away!"
The owner's previously amiable demeanor abruptly shifted as she shook Casey off. She murmured in an unfamiliar dialect that Casey couldn't comprehend.
Despite not understanding the dialect, Casey sensed that the owner was conveying her unwillingness to assist.